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The caravans were arranged in a U-formation facing a stream and the mountain from which it ran, the tents attached to caravans or placed around the large fire pit.
Packing to move to a new place. A gypsy with sad eyes and a fake smile on my face. Covering my eyes with black lace. For my love can't still follow my heart pace. A gypsy with a tambourine in my hand.
It all began in 1920 When the wife of a traveling gypsy gave birth to their first born baby girl named Fa.tima. When she was born her father threw a big celebration and invited gypsy's. from all over.
Pack my bags again, To sail away, This place is boring now, And I don't need to stay, The city's lost it's sparkle, The sea has lost it's shine, Packing up my things again, This house was never...
From town to town And heart to heart From tip to toe And end from start I lay my hat On many a hook No home as such Any cranny or nook Rise with the sun Fall with the moon No baggage carried My own...
(Not sure if I'm a bit late to join the challenge, but this idea came to me suddenly so I decided I'd give it a try, this and the next ones in the challenge if possible.
they say, that her skin smelt like plasticine. and her tongue, she treated it like glass, constantly careful because the backlash didn't just hit them.