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    Silver coins that jingle-jangle, fancy shoes that dance in time, 
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    all the secrets of her dark eyes, the lady'd sing  a gypsy rhyme. 
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    Yellow clover in tangled blossoms, in a meadow silky green, 
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    where she held me to her bosom, just a boy  of seventeen. 

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I recall a gypsy woman, silver spangles in her eyes, 
            G          D 
Ivory skin against the moonlight, 
            A                D 
and the taste   of life's sweet wine. 

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    Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows, 
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    stir the darkness in my mind. 
                       G       D 
    Oh gentle woman, you sleep beside me, 
                 A               D 
    and little know   who haunts my mind. 
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    Gypsy lady, I hear your laughter, and the dances in my head, 
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    while my tender wife and babies slumber softly  in their beds. 

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I recall a gypsy woman, silver spangles in her eyes, 
                    G                D 
Ivory skin against the moonlight, 
           A                 D        
and the taste   of life's sweet wine. 

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