but who are you gypsywoman with sweet words and a pretty smile
your spirit tempts taunts but do i dare
would you could you be the gentle breeze here today and gone tomorrow
softly fluttering sooth my aching heart ease my hidden sorrow
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a gentle breeze i am not
i am the storm of storms
a gale force wind
the temptest fierce the raging tsunami taking with it all defenses
sweeping away washing away the debris of yesterday - this life transcend
so do you want to know - to really know - the who and what of me
or would you rather just imagine me on the playground of what if
where your heart of stone is safe and sound from the likes of me this wild banshee
