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The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a
haunting tune.

Of tragic lovers,
love and loss,
moonlit walks,
and grasping hands.

The gypsy woman
sang of their
raging love.
Their passionate
highs and bitter lows.

Jealousy and betrayal
plagued their love.
In the heat of passion
one lover murdered
another.

The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a haunting
tune.
She never forgets
the tragic lovers doom.