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About This Poem
Gypsy soul
A shadow appears on the wall of a room filled with paper flowers
i hear a noise of a gypsy crying flowing down the hall
she is crying for i have lost myself to the mysteriuos winds of the sky
and cant seem to find my way, out of the light
for i know now that i must answer her call by looking into my crystal ball
i see her face as bright as the day and tell her i will help her find her way
though she is scared and feeling cold, she takes my hand and tells me
i am her soul
for i knew in my heart that she was right and that the time had come
when i had to lead her through the light and back into the night..
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