Have you ever tasted Freedom
Walked down a blind path
A hidden drive outta sight
Pick berries in any moon light
Glimpsed happiness with no cash
Had no instant credit kingdom
Freedom has no taste for me
A deep breath that's all mine
I thought there was more to see
but now that's just fine
Roses find sun light in our field
Rains upon our ground find pools
There is so little time to comfort her
So many fashions to lose their style
What will become of the whimsical spirit?
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