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Gypsy

September 28, 2015

In the August twilight

Of my years, I remember:

How I wanted to have you,

But could not possess you.

You were a treasure that

Could never be owned.

You gave yourself to me;

And we danced in the

Moonlight, your raven hair

Flowing in the nocturnal breeze.

Now as the sun has set,

And the moon sails the midnight blue,

I smile as I remember your

Gypsy Heart…

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