Gypsy Magic

Flamenco

Something so magically engraved

In your heart’s memory

How do you put that into words?

A few Gypsy friends reunited

In a house on the poor outskirts

Of a Spanish town, to make music

They played the Flamenco on their guitars

Danced and sang their hearts out

Rhythmically clapping their hands

To the point where it hurts

And when it was all over, someone said:

“Wow, that was real old-time Gypsy magic!

Let’s not do this again, or else we will die!”

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