Care Free Angel

I watch as you play in the fields of flowers so carefree. Even after the rain starts you play on and on. When we get to were we are going will you still play on? So young and carefree, not worried about tommorow. I sit and think of what it must take to be the carefree angel you are, whising that I too could be a carefree angel.

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