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A Gypsy Moon
Of Roma blood, gypsy am I, black of skin and eye fair Dooriya named for the sea which calls to me. For tribe and violin, I live, to God alone, I cry. The road is home and children are my destiny, as night descends a fires burn, I play and my man sings. Fair Dooriya named for the sea which calls to me. We are tinkers, tramps, thieves and wild wanderers who bring the wheel of life, your karma's get, comes on dancing feet, as night descends a fires burn, I play and my man sings. "Kaska san," we say to you "Whose are you?" we greet. Do you belong "Kas zhanes, Who do you know?" the wheel of life, karma's get, comes on dancing feet. No claim hold we to earth or sky although, we own our own with laws which often bite. Do you belong "Kas zhanes,Who do you know?" a crystal ball gleams by fire light a wolf howls If no known answers comes there's oft a fight, of Roma blood, gypsy am I, black of skin and eye and under fair or stormy skies, we will unite for tribe and violin, I live, to God alone, I cry. Contest: Let the Music Play On
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