She's got roses in her hair
And*** mud*** over her heels
Her sun kissed skin shines
As she dances in the meadow
Her brash laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her; dizzily
As if 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
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
She's got roses in her hair
And*** mud*** over her heels
Her sun kissed skin shines
As she dances in the meadow
Her brash laughter sings
Throughout the cornfield
The breeze twirling her; dizzily
As if 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
Why, don't we all long to be free!
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