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I was a trader
And they were all puppets
Our business was fair
And our horses were fine

With silk so cheap
And the blue fin in season
You could drink to the sky
And the stars
They would toast to

The waltz of a world
Of gypsies and caravans
Bells on her hips
The fires, the music man
Circling me
Their leader, the magician
Who calls out to me
Lost by admission

Forget everything
Give us everything
Give up everything
And dance till the end of your days

I drank their wine
And sailed to Jupiter
I slept in the fabrics
And taught them croquet

A summer turned winter
And the spring laid me down
I lost my language
I lost my old ways

I swayed to a waltz
Of gypsies and caravans
Bells on her hips
The fires, the music man
Circling me
Their leader, the magician
Who calls out to me
Lost by admission

Forget everything
Give us everything
Give up everything
And dance till the end of your days

I swayed to a waltz
Of gypsies and caravans
Bells on her hips
The fires, the music man
Circling me
Their leader, the magician
Who calls out to me
Lost by admission

Forget everything
Give us everything
Give up everything
And dance till the end of your days

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