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Why am I fascinated by it?
Why should part with it?
If I were not spoiled
My gypsy life.

She looks at you so tenderly,
She babbles so casually,
She was so thin cheerful,

Her eyes were so full of feeling,
Vechor it with art
From under the set table
I filed my leg.

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