He watched her
From where he sat
With his friends
He had seen her
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My favorite stories
Were always myths
Were always told as legends
And of these myths
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I strayed too close to a shooting star
That rides across the endless night
And ever more my heart is scarred
Against the light of day
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They say it Hurts
Tastes bitter
Is cruel
Be honest anyway
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I am the Book Gypsy
I travel the world from a single room
I've sailed the seas and explored the jungles
Climbed the mountains and traversed the rivers
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