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"Let me dance, my little one.

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calling, calling from its tree!

Oh, how the night owl calls,

her breasts of hard tin.

they will use your heart

dont step on me, all starched and white!"

their hooded eyes.

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with the child by the hand.

to make white necklaces and rings."

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drumming on the plain.

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their heads held high,

with your lively eyes closed tight.

his eyes are closed.

all the gypsies, shouting, crying.

The boy is staring hard.

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The air is veiwing all, views all.

Closer comes the the horseman,

I can feelheir horses come."

When the gypsies come,

In the shaken air

the moon moves her amrs,