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Gypsy Dream
I saw her in a dream, free as a wild bird dancing in
the rain, she passed into my mind-here is where I would begin
in her thrall I was led in the labyrinth of desire
for her I was inclined to reach the peek of highest spires
breath stolen I would take in the view-her voice was a song
within my ears, driving me for an eternity to long
for her sweetened laughter-within her warmth I seek to belong
something so beautiful no one could tell me was a sin
for only the purest of love could she ever inspire
no flowers bloomed and the world was dark before she came along.
1:34 PM - 1/7/2007 -
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