And she danced through the wood
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Like a gypsy girl should,
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And she laughed in the face of the fire
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Under the black velvet skies
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With the moon in her eyes,
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Head held high, tambourine held higher.
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And she laughed at the fools
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Who played by the rules
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And she wondered just what would have been,
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If she set them all free
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Into her fantasy.
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Free to dance through the woods again.
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A dangerous game
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To know her name,
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She was wild, she was free
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She was calling to me,
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same.
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And she danced through the trees
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For those who believed
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She she was one with the earth and the sky,
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In a moment she's gone
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But her memory lives on
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Like a shooting star through the night.
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A dangerous game
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To know her name,
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She was wild, she was free
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She was calling to me,
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same
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I can see her in you
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Kindred spirits are few,
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When you find one you hold on for good,
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And if you lose your way
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If you path goes astray,
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She will lead you back to the wood.
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A dangerous game
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To know her name,
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She was wild, she was free
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She was calling to me,
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same.
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She was wild, she was free
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She was calling to me
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Sister Gypsy we're one and the same..
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Sister Gypsy
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Blackmore's Night |