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Gypsy
If only I could give myself
To the fine wind,
That takes its course
through the chaos of the world,
airy as a feather
agile as a dust.
Only if I let it bear me,
Sweep me off my feet.
If only I could give myself
to the crested wave
that rolls through the raging sea,
slick as a seal
smooth as silk.
Only if I could borrow myself
To the burning fire
With golden flicks
of flaring arms
Let it
Light me to ashes.
Only then
shall I be woken,
and on my way again..
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