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There's a race of men that don't fit in

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in. A race that can’t sit still. So they break the hearts of kith an kin, and they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood. And they climb the mountains crest. Their’s is the curse of the gypsy blood and they

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