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Gypsy girl



I once was in love with a gypsy
she lived in a caravan
and travelled the isles of great England
she was full of tricks and was happy

all the troubles went away
for she said she would always stay
while talking in her sleep
and her heart would pound so deep

much of this was false
for she was a gypsy
and would forever talk
as I would often get her tipsy
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Submitted by tommydavey on August 25, 2021

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