Three different people....Gypsy of the land She dances to his acid tongue Her voice burst forth in melody Weaving music from moonlights threadThree different people....
Twirling fingers conduct the wind Bare feet drum the earth Worlds sway to her song Souls tap to her beat
She is a witness to the concert of stars To the music of the ages Scarves of twilight clothe her body Weeping willow form her hair
She'll dance forever in her land of tune Even once she's dead and gone She'll dance upon her grave Beneath an old oak tree
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Dedecated to billy (4)
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