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Friday, August 23, 2002 |
Thanks, Moonfarmer
A pretty dancing girl was there. Went to see the gypsy, Stayin' in a big hotel. He smiled when he saw me coming, And he said, "Well, well, well." His room was dark and crowded, Lights were low and dim. "How are you?" he said to me, I said it back to him. I went down to the lobby To make a small call out. A pretty dancing girl was there, And she began to shout, "Go on back to see the gypsy. He can move you from the rear, Drive you from your fear, Bring you through the mirror. He did it in Las... [Moon Farmer]
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