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OF GIPSY BLOOD YOU SURELY CAME.
Of gipsy blood you surely came;
Those eyes are night and fire;
Love leaps along your veins in flame,
In throbs of dear desire;
And he who wins a burning kiss
From that delicious mouth,
Has surely known the rapturous bliss,
The wild love of the South.
Those eyes are night and fire;
Love leaps along your veins in flame,
In throbs of dear desire;
And he who wins a burning kiss
From that delicious mouth,
Has surely known the rapturous bliss,
The wild love of the South.
You move, you dance, you laugh, you talk,
And still do all proclaim,
Speech, whisper, gesture, glance, and walk,
The clime from which you came;
I press your hand, and I forget
The world beneath my eyes,
Before me clicks the castanet,
And vine and olive rise.
And still do all proclaim,
Speech, whisper, gesture, glance, and walk,
The clime from which you came;
I press your hand, and I forget
The world beneath my eyes,
Before me clicks the castanet,
And vine and olive rise.
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O deep dark eyes! who looks from you
To see, soft gleaming forth,
The tender faith that sparkles through
The blue orbs of the North!
In you, the storm, the lightning sleep,
And hate and death are there,
Life that must know a love, how deep!
And O what wild despair!
To see, soft gleaming forth,
The tender faith that sparkles through
The blue orbs of the North!
In you, the storm, the lightning sleep,
And hate and death are there,
Life that must know a love, how deep!
And O what wild despair!
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