In the deep dark night where the snow drop live and you can find
the faintest smell of jasmine around your feet.
Is where I like to go and dace the dace of the gypsy girl, that only
the old one know.
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you have done well my child your payment has been made, as if a dream there was no more gypsy girl only the fantasies small of jasmine. thannks for sharing