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Bonfires And Gypsie Balls

Bonfire smoke fills my lungs
as the peace paint is softly applied to my skin
tie on my paper jewelry

and rise to the sound of the guitar
spread my wings and fly
fly fly fly around the magnificent campfire

the gypsie spirits steal my soul
and i become an animal

running wild
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