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I touched the cheek of a gypsy And I kept him in my soul I love his defiance His beauty makes me whole I dreamed I was a wild eyed dancer Who could tame him and make him stay But my reluctance to let him go Has driven him away And in my sleep I hear him sing His song so far away And think I tamed the gypsy If only for a day. thanks lorraine…

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