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Apr 2012
Gypsy...

dance for me
bare foot
within my mind

and

play the music
soft and slow
of
mountain stream and pine

weave daisy chains
around my heart
place
bluebells in my eyes

and

dance and sing
forever free
beneath
these open skies.
She always says she has gypsy feet
Written by
DieingEmbers
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