A hippie girl
With a skirt that twirls.
The silver moonlight
Making grass blades shine bright.
Woods that cast shadows
On the forest floor.
Grazing cows
Who want nothing more.
These are the things
That set me free.
And set my mind adrift
On the slumbering sea.
With a skirt that twirls.
The silver moonlight
Making grass blades shine bright.
Woods that cast shadows
On the forest floor.
Grazing cows
Who want nothing more.
These are the things
That set me free.
And set my mind adrift
On the slumbering sea.
What happened to the girl?
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