Another Name for Joy
There is a Freedom regardless of conditions.
Even as I’m covered with mud, I taste it.
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When people ask me
Wanting to know what that’s like
I tell them that it’s like when they go for a walk with a dear friend
And share from the heart.
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It’s exactly like that.
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