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Packed belonging.

We roll down the road.
My hair blows around my face.
I feel the freedom.
We are moving again.

Our family moves on.
So many times I can't wait.
We are a traveling brood.
It runs in our black rose veins.

I am the head Gypsy's daughter.
A little darkhaired flower.
Daddy's favorite packed belonging.
Treasure of the clan.

I am the gypsy princess.
Traveling once more.
Finding the wind that calls me on.
Calls me to keep to the road.

And on does this gypsy roll.

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  • Purple Eyes
    October 16
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    gypsy princess

    Mwah

    where are you now??

    i saw you in my dreams x


  • Starretta
    June 22

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    Very interesting! I love gypsy's my friends call me gypsy if only they knew... so are you really a gypsy or just inspired by one?!