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the sky grows darker with the passing of time
the moon begins to fade behind the clouds
I stand at the window watching shadows fade
with a aching heart but a smile on my face
I thought she was a gypsy dancer that could 
save My soul
I wish that we could dance with a million glowing 
stars once again as moonbeams laughed overhead
but like the shadows My gypsy dancer......
danced away