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Deep within me there is a gypsy. |
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The one who dances merrily
and with wild abandon. |
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The one with a spirit so wild and free. |
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Her eyes absorb all there is to see, thus giving her a quiet wisdom.
In all things she sees the beauty and joy.
In her there is no fear, as she sees only the truths.
At night you can watch her dancing in the shadow of the fire's glow.
Her images looming in and out in the shadows of the night.
Her deep, passionate laughter fills the air in a haunting melody.
Her restless spirit leads her to far away places, seeking wonder.
Her immense passion propels her into maddening love.
Her abandon sets free the spirit of the man who dares approach.
Her heart knows no bounds, as she lives for all of the tomorrows.
She is the gypsy, the wild one, the one with the spirit of living.
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