Love is in the air
I'm a gypsy traveling to the fair
I can't wait so happy
this poem is sappy
ewwwwwww
anywhooooo
I'm a gypsy with gold rings
I look for pretty golden things
to sell in the fairs
while I sit on broken chairs
yay I'm a gypsy
but I'm sick of being a gypsy
I just want to be a girl
a child.
then I can run and run wild.
I can change my life, my fate
As benjamin button said,
its never too late.
yayy! i can do, say, be, whatever I want!!
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