Sep 2015
She's got roses in her hair
And mud over her heels
Sun kissed skin shines
As she dances in the meadow
Her laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her
In a ballroom; like a lover
Eccentric is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In nature's *company
And mud over her heels
Sun kissed skin shines
As she dances in the meadow
Her laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her
In a ballroom; like a lover
Eccentric is what she seems
But really she's a girl
A girl who is free
To spend her days frolicking
In nature's *company
(Among the stars)
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