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Silver Dcoins thaGt jinDgle-jangle, fancy shoes that Adance in time,
all the DsecreGts of herD dark eyes, the lady'd Asing a gypsy rhDyme.
Yellow clover Gin tangleDd blossoms, in a meadow Asilky green,
where sheD held Gme to Dher bosom, just a Aboy of sevenDteen.
I reGcall a gypsyD woman, silGver spangles Din her eyes,
Ivory skin aGgainst the Dmoonlight,
and the tastAe of life's sweDet wine.
Soft breezes Dblow fromG fragranDt meadows,
stir the darkness in Amy mind.
Oh gentle woman, yoGu sleep Dbeside me,
and little knAow who haunts Dmy mind.
Gypsy lady, I Ghear yourD laughter, and the dances inA my head,
while myD tenderG wife anDd babies slumber Asoftly inD their beds.
I reGcall a gypsy woman, silGver spangles inD her eyes,
Ivory skin against tGhe moonlight, D
and the tasAte of life's sweDet wine.
DGD
ADGDA
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