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I still recall the place |
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When I first felt your gypsy wind playing on my face |
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That summer's long since gone |
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But gypsy winds have ways of staying on |
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Voices from our past |
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Still insist on arguing that love will never last |
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Though our hearts may turn |
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It's only when you listen that you learn |
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(Chorus) |
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And I wonder at the ways |
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The strands of love meander through our close and distant days |
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The blood of passion plays |
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Burns our thirsty souls and chases reason far away... Far away... |
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Still your gypsy wind |
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Will soothe my soul and call me back again |
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Growing wise with age |
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We come to see the printing |
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Through the pictures on the page |
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And something's always lost |
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The gain is always tempered by the cost |
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(Chorus) |
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And still your gypsy wind |
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Will soothe my soul and call me back again |