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There is a door in my soul
that has no need of a key,
for it always remains open
and no one can close it on me.
Bulerias
The moon has a halo; my love has died.
Lorca
I'm not sorry that your leaving,
I'm just sorry your taking all the blood from my veins.
 Virgin of Macarena,
the moon's reflection shines on your dark little face,
There is no face like your face,
nor sorrow like your sorrow.Solea.
The Gypsy has three truths:
One with me,
One with you,
and
One with herself.
Your dark eyes are my happiness.
The sun told the moon,
"go home little tramp,
what is a single woman doing
out at six in the morning?"
Rumba Flamenca
Mathilde aka Bad Gypsy (Mathilde aka Born Again Virgin)  In a green meadow I laid outmy handkerchief and threeroses appeared like threeevening stars. The wedding is complete.What a beautiful wedding!God has blessed such a pretty star.
Alborea
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