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I began running from the wind
Then decided I would fly.
Took the truth from a man
But he would rather lie.
Fell in love with a martyr
That didn’t know how to trust.
I smelled like an orange
But he still gave into lust.
Wrote to a imp with a grudge
That hated his wife.
I told him to be patient
But he ultimately took his own life.
Climbed the side of a hill
To see what was on the other side.
Saw they had some houses
But the roads were too wide.
I am a woman with a gypsy heart
That sees much of the land.
There is much more going on
Since I believe life is not planned.
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