She, who is brave, is free,
Free, free, free,
Free, as the soul of gypsy, free,
Free, as the heart of hippie, free,
Free to set herself on the wings of magic light,
To tell the story of her life,
Her passions, joys, love, the fight,
As always divine and bright!
Wrapped in a veil of mystery,
Brave in duty, brave in family,
She walks in an aura of beauty,
Does mesmerize all so cutely,
A brave woman in this world adversity…
Brave, brave, brave!
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