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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