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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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