Silver Gypsy Queen
She lavishes silver on herself,
Wears it on her fingers, and in her ears
Silver dangles from her ankles in little chime bells
She is a gypsy dancer; silver is her mantra
I had always sought out gold adornments
Silver though, awe, how it sparkles
As the cosmic hippie of the evening dances
Silver catches the happiness of the fire, making it laugh.
Entices me to sing and dance and whistle
Silver dances faster and harder
There must be some in her hair
Pixie dust for sure; I love silver now.
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