Gypsy Tales. I was a gipsy lad and wandered merrily I did not know the masters yoke. My life was sweet and free. Of course, when I became a man I did jobs for a fee. and then I bought caravan. I journeyed to the sea, I watched the sailors leave with smiles I thought of foreign lands. And then I... Sign in to see full entry.
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