They sang and played that gypsy song wherever they were sent,
to some it seemed a dancing tune, to some a sad lament,
but in every heart that heard it true, a tear became a smile,
and a pauper or prince became a gypsy for a while.
Make love with each other, be free with each other,
be prisoners of love, 'til you lie in the sod,
be friends to each
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