asked the north wind of the gypsy...

so who are you
gypsywoman

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i cannot bear the world to see
who i'm not but want to be

i’ve just been playing solitaire
to live in love i do not dare

while i profess to love forever
i’ve loved another really never

i know you know it’s been a while
and i cannot resist your smile

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so who are you
gypsywoman

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to sleep...

dark are the days

darker still the nights
blackest black within my dreams

for me it did not pay
to love unleashed with all my might
left now with
just
my
screams
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i ain't nev'a been loved...

i been a lotta thangs

in my life
been somebody’s child

somebody’s wife
taught sunde school

an’ carried a knife
lived in good

and lived in strife
but one thang

i ain’t nev'a been is
loved

had sweet nothin’s

whispered in my ear
even had somebody

call me dear
stayed with one

for more’n a year
and once or twice

i shed a tear
but i ain’t nev'a been

loved

 oh yeah, i been hugged on
and kissed on
an’ i been loved on
but i ain’t
nev'a

been
loved

not

true blue

through and through
 

not till now
not till
you

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liquid moonlight...

 

moonlight spilled onto her skin

seeping its way to her heart again

 filling her sleep with its liquid gold

keeping her safe from the dreary cold

of nights no longer warmed by him

and days no longer light but dim

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the web of woe...

a web of their own they did weave
when first they loved and did deceive
for love was not theirs to conceive
they gave no thought to those who’d grieve
and lose their light from that night’s deed
a web of woe did they weave
when first they loved and did deceive

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where none could see...

in our hearts where none could see

our love was free - free to be
bursting shoving upward it did soar
to the gods we begged for more
but
like this frigid mount of heavenly blue

hidden from all who viewed
under the deep vast sweep
our love
did we
keep

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