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When we were Gypsies
Don't stop when the music stops
Even when the fever drops
The castanets have ceased to play
The romance in your eyes I see
Could I take you away with me?
I'll take you through the rain
Where the light remains
The only rhythm of the day
Where the sound of the patter
Which really doesn't matter
It's insane that the rain
Could make me feel this way
Sunday 12th July 2020 12:06 pm
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