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The Gypsy’s warning
Do not trust him gentle lady,
Though his voice be low and sweet,
Heed not him who kneels before thee,
Gently pleading at the thy feet.
Now thy life is in its morning
Cloud not this happy lot,
Listen to the gypsy’s warning
Gentle lady, trust him not. (repeat)
Do not turn so coldly from me,
I would only guard your youth
From his stern and withering power
I would only tell thee truth.
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