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A virtual touch
rips me wide,exposed,
filled again by the storm of his love.
A mind vast with tendrils of vision,
don't stop,I said,don't stop
I touch the skin of my throat and see his face,
don't stop,don't stop...
The Gypsy Boy,The Goddess and the Troubadour...
Did alight upon me with soft wings that night..

The Gypsy boy,the link that holds it all together,
His strength not revealing his deep,deep anguish,
His weariness of a world that tries to jade him,
it never shall succeed....

The Goddess,such soul,
I am humbled by her spirit,her love like a warmth,
She looks to the Gypsy boy,eyes bright with hope,
She knows us this Goddess,
She sees us all....

The Troubadour with his lyrics,
That share the story of who he is,
To those who may be listening,
I think I heard him amongst the fascination,
Play me Troubadour,
See the storm that is in me......

The Gypsy boy,The Goddess and The Troubadour.....
You move me......
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