(Steve Katz)
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Meagan's Gyspy eyes
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The lyres surround me
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purple drops of rain
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the sun shone around me
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Death that clouds her life
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will be forever
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[Thee?] Is loved
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yet cannot love, not never
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Mystic thoughts of love
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And her's completely
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taught her how to run
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though not discreetly
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Meagan's not as old
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As she'd like to think she's young
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sophisticated dreams
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are as plastic as the songs
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she has sung
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likes to think she's hung up on herself
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and aren't you lucky?
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Meagan's Gypsy eyes
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The lyres surround me
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purple drops of rain
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The sun shone 'round me
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Meagan's gypsy Eyes
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Blood, Sweat & Tears |