My wife was a wanderer
I tamed her with my hand
That froze like lightning
When struck upon the sand
My old man was a pauper
Who dressed up like a prince
He walked off with the dog one night
I haven't seen him since
My cousin was a gypsy
We lost her once at dawn
Her mother woke up with a chill
Her child forever gone
My best friend was a streaker
And in dark corridors stood
With an audience of echoes
I never understood
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