There she walks wild and untamed,
A mysterious creature, a fantasy unnamed.
With half a dozen bracelets jingling on her wrist,
Her scarlet of dress,
Dipped in honey and mist
Her long dark brown mane
Flowing on its own name
Her deep black eyes
Rich and heady as summer wine
She's a knights’ dream
A desire of the men in the realm
But still she walks lost in her thoughts
Unaware of the battles long fought
For she's a woman not meant to be bound
She's breathes the vigour of the nature around
No one knows what she’s looking for
She’s an abstraction she herself cannot define
With aura of a diamond and pureness of a pearl
She’s no one but the Gypsy Girl!
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