I still recall the place
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When I first felt your gypsy wind playing on my face
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That summer's long since gone
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But gypsy winds have ways of staying on
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Voices from our past
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Still insist on arguing that love will never last
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Though our hearts may turn
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It's only when you listen that you learn
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[Chorus:]
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And I wonder at the ways
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The strands of love meander through our close and distant days
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The blood of passion plays
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Burns our thirsty souls and chases reason far away... Far away...
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Still your gypsy wind
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Will soothe my soul and call me back again
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Growing wise with age
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We come to see the printing
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Through the pictures on the page
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And something's always lost
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The gain is always tempered by the cost
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[Chorus]
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And still your gypsy wind
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Will soothe my soul and call me back again
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Gypsy Wind
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| Dan Fogelberg |
