She has a free spirit That is wilder than wild. And she loves to dance, This gypsy child. She has a charmed soul Sure to make you smile. While she claps her hands, This flower child. She lives in a dream With her fantasies piled. And doesn't believe in chance, This dreaming child. She set souls on fire With her wandering style. Because she was never home This wanderess child. This child is me In my wildest daydream. All I crave to be Free, Free, Free. -Monica P. Ross :)All Rights Reserved
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