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Ella's Fairy Godmother Is Old Merryweather

You'll make a fantastic girl, So, slip on your converse slippers. You'll have fun with a fairy In the land of dreams galores. Your charm is equal to a dress set on a whirl, So, transform while afloat in aquatic spheres. Though you soon forgotten your friend of a fairy, You were born anew, so your soul finally soars.

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