We talked for hours of the travels
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And all the beauty you had seen.
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The south of France where the spring is beginning,
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Sunset on the Thames from the village green.
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We rolled on and on through the pages,
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Of the books you'd taken from the shelf.
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Unfamiliar faces and forgotten places,
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Landscapes green and rich in wealth.
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You've got a gypsy soul, and you love to wander.
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Coast to coast to the Canadian border.
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In the summer sun, yeah, yeah.
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From my window you saw the ocean,
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And all the changes that has been.
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The south of France where the spring is beginning,
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Sunset on the Thames from the village green.
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Gypsy Soul
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| Tommy Bolin |
