Kristy Tallman - Mystery Author

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The Truest Form of Love Is Found In Death - Kristy Tallman

A Gypsy at heart - now and forever more.....

Gypsy

So I'm back to the velvet underground,
back to the floor that I love,
to a room with some lace and paper flowers,
Back to the gypsy that I was,
to the gypsy that I was,
doo, doo, doo, doo.
And it all comes down to you.
Well, you know that it does.
Well, lightning strikes,
maybe once, maybe twice.
Ah, and it lights up the night.
And you see your gypsy,
you see your gypsy.
To the gypsy that remains,
who faces freedom with a little fear,
I have no fear, I have only love.
And if I was a child, and the child was enough,
enough for me to love, enough to love.
She is dancing away from me now.
She was just a wish,
she was just a wish,
And a memory is all that is left for you now.
You see your gypsy, oh,
you see your gypsy, ooh, ah.
you see your gypsy, you see your gypsy.