Steve Hackett - Virgin And The Gypsy lyrics

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Steve Hackett - Virgin And The Gypsy lyrics

A gypsy compliment for (kneel down) The scent of tyranny's daughter (we are found) At seventeen were bled in wild cream Pa**ing milk thistle by Fox on the run Old ragged robin flies Virtue undone A garland of green flowers (field of lime) Surround a silver smoke tree (yours and mine) Sweet marigold, not easy to find Pa**ing milk thistle by...

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