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Feb 2013
You’ve mirrored me in gypsy eyes,
                                         which never take but borrow

You’ve bathed me in your gypsy eyes,
                                         which are your pools of sorrow

You’ve gazed at me with gypsy eyes,
                                         which never see tomorrow ...
Written by
Terry O'Leary
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