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into the mystic
my gypsy soul dreams to be free
you by my side is how it will be
as we drive under southern skies
sunshine, waves and ocean breeze
morris will sing as if for us alone
the wind whisper of ocean fun
tangle hair the sun kiss our face
as we drive no cares to no place
we will only stop to catch fireflies
to dance and steal some kisses
in fields lite by the harvest moon
as we listen to van sing his tunes
our souls so high only on life itself
we will not need that much more
maybe just a little bit of money
only to buy some tupelo honey
wrapped up tight in your warm love
to you much more than just a fling
for i will be your
forever sweet thing
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