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
free
listening to the wind chimes
and making a rythm with my harmonica
i steal chickens and set them free
after a long night of gypsy parties
i creep into my tree fort
hoping the cops wont come to get me
and find me this wack
i cant even keep my eyes open
so i dream
dream on
dreamweaver
weave me a dream of feathers and love
of color and music
and silver raindrops
to clean me up
and put me in heaven here on earth
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