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Gypsy King Spell
Long into the evening, the fire kept company his tired soul light.
Another day alone, same to which came this night.
His company own, far too long he had known. For too many years, by which all he had sown.
The time in which, his family was near. For fond memory of, he always held dear.
Still questions he had, played out in his head. For want of a Queen, to which he would wed.
His belief in the now, to live moment set free. Left him many a night, contemplating the day this would be.
Leave to fate all alone, or to search far and wide. Was to life always be, or would fate take his side.
As true gypsy's do well, roaming free from man’s spell.
Built a fortune of thought, but gave nothing he sought.
So the day surely came, when free spirit did tame.
Gypsy King made a home, and no more did he roam.
He had learnt from his ways, all those blessed pure days.
That to question the gain, would to be just insane.
So he knew all too well, that by word cast a spell.
To leave doubt true unseen, would to him bring a Queen.
He may still be alone, but at least he has shown.
That for every mile lost, for to him bore no cost.
The King knows in his heart, as he did from the start.
That as long as words to written did call, then he had taken down his old wall.
He had opened the thought, for all he had sought.
Giving thanks all along, to be given this song.
Gypsy King Spell words to page, cast into life's great big stage.
Would one day bring his bride, into sunset they would ride.
If you listen closely, hear wind song through the tree.
Gypsy King Spell you can feel, long ago cast an appeal.
Will soon reach her they say, and will soon come that day.
Gypsy Queen will arrive, and their love it shall thrive.
SHM
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