Do I remember being as free
As a puppy playing with a ball?
As a kitten with a bit of yarn?
Do I remember being as free
As a baby laughing up at me?
As a wind chime in the breeze?
Yep, I remember being that free;
When you looked and laughed with me,
When you held my hand secretly,
Back when we could see.
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