The Gypsy King
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One not long ago time a midsummers eve
The dancers came to play upon their reeds
While men of all station stood and watched
The Gypsies danced upon the eaves
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The Gypsy King, he tapped his toes
Faster and faster, the crowd in throes,
The song and dance, the bells they prance
As around he goes, around he goes
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Jingling, jangling, the gypsy girl sings
While children pull upon marionette strings
He bangles clanging and bare feet padding
On the stage cross golden streams the sunlight brings
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Running, tapping, laughing, clapping
Skipping hopping jumping rapping
The ever louder chorus sings
While feet make merry on ground un-stirring
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The solemn man on the platform frowns
Un-laughing at those in 'dressing gowns'
His dark face sallow and unimpressed
He doesn't laugh at passing clowns
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The Gypsy King, dressed the fool
Merry mischief in his face and eyes
Taunts the man of visage cruel
And jestingly challenges him to duel
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He pokes fun without care or worry
Flipping his blade from hand to hand and back again
On this day he figures, all should make merry
But of this many most especially should he be wary
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Little does he know when fingers snap
And point most firmly at his chest
The judge has marked him black
Till the guards charge and he disappears with a crack
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Bells toll in the distance, arily and light
With others clanging heavy and dark
Signaling a place to hide in his flight
And he begins to run with all his might
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The guards clatter down the street
Above is afe - ahead and behind his fate he'll meet
So up he jumps without a qualm
And climbs up and up till he's firm on his feet
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Gleaming eyes and sweating back
The Gypsy King has escaped the trap
In Paris, France the bell tolls hence
As he seeks sanctuary on Notre Dame's step
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Noe one to the door does come
And the guards closer and closer run
Clopin Trouillefou, Gypsy King, is frozen
And resigns himself as his heart breaks for all he loves
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But quick and fast it comes to pass
That the guards today he'll outlast
And with all he ever was and will ever be
The Gypsy King that day thanked God, he hast
I prefer usually to use the politically corrects term - Roma, Rom, or Romani but as this is Fan fiction for HoND I figure it is okay... I'm a stupid Gadje...