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There was once a girl
Who climbed a tall tree that led to the heavens,
And reached to the sun—
She climbed branch by branch,
Until there she was in the blue sky above the clouds,
With the soft wind blowing on her summer dress,
She reached up high— on her toes she rose
Till she touched the sun,
With the tip of her finger,
She felt the sun,
And all that was bright and beautiful
Filled her hair—wisp by wisp
Till it shone a golden brown,
And from thereon
It was known that summer was in her tress;
And that this was the girl who had touched the sun.
