Freedom
To be here, or not
You will never get away
It's only a dream
Do not listen to
the rest of them. Proud spirit,
hold your head up high
Come now, sweet child
You know you have it in you
Gypsy, do your dance
Take off your heels
and bathe your toes
in cold dew, running
through the grass
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