Gypsy run always

Tell me something I don’t know
What to say
How far to go
Who to love
What to show
What’s under neath the shell I know

When we dance
The things we feel
That some how help us
In how we feel,

After a bridge to far
A night so cold
That make us remember
our past so old
The bars that once closed us
Still ghostly limbs

But this love of the wind
Holds us in
As this endless road
Calls us kin

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