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| Stare into the eyes of a gypsy woman |
| And she will drill deep into the corner |
| Of your soul seeking secrets which |
| No one should ever know. |
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| Touch her smooth scented hands and the |
| Sweet devilish temptation begins as her |
| Heart looks for the keys to unlock |
| Unsolved mysteries as she gets under your skin. |
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| In the short time it takes to meet in the |
| Middle of the day, it is hard to separate, |
| Each going opposite ways. |
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| Sometimes she finds what she seeks |
| And stores answers in her mind to |
| Questions which people pay her |
| Daily to find. |
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| She can predict the future by memorizing |
| emotions and events of the past from |
| people who looked in her eyes and found |
| special spell was cast. |
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