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where where where
is my gypsy wife tonight
i've heard all the wild reports
they can't be right
but whose head is this she's dancing with
on the threshing floor
whose darkness deepens in her arms
a little more
and where where is my gypsy wife tonight
the silver knives are flashing
in the tired old cafe
a ghost climbs on the table
in a bridal negligee
she says, my body is the light
my body is the way
i raise my arm against it all
and i catch the bride's bouquet
and where where is my gypsy wife tonight
too early for the rainbow
too early for the dove
these are the final days, this is
the darkness, this is the flood
and there is no man or woman
can be touched
but you who come between them
will be judged
and where where is my gypsy wife tonight
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