Gypsies

In a state of bliss, a gentle kiss,
I took from her what's mine,
A companion to pain, joy and shame,
A beam of light precedes her,
Hand in hand, a victorious clan,
What love is there that binds us?
We seek and play our artistic games,
Weaving a web of lore behind us,

Whiff, sniff, a mournful kiss,
The light in us shines brighter,
Stumble, bumble, but still walking straight,
The scent of our skins aligning our fate,
High-tech machines and lazy German afternoons,
We hail them higher and look on,

Traveling, telling fortunes,
My world, my devotion,
Its all for you.

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