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Gypsy


This little gypsy lives for the show She hides her face, so the world won’t know Of her many secrets, her magic and tricks The world is her music box spinning madly around. It’s not the world that won’t be still, but little gypsy with her strong will. Exotic, and vibrant are the echoes of her soul Colors that her mysterious eyes show She radiates, she smiles dancing in a vortex of shame She’s so different when everyone else is the same Twirling in her music box Swirling till the music stops The little gypsy
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