With a crown of flowers
Atop her gleaming hair,
The gypsy maiden danced
On lush green grasses,
Singing with the birds,
Spinning in circles,
Her voice floating into the sky,
Bare feet meeting cool earth,
Dancing round and round,
As the gypsy maiden sings.
Wouldn't you like to dance
Among soft petals?
Don't you envy the gypsy?
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