GIPSIES. (Original.) . Where silver streams are running, Through green and mossy glades, I can hear the gipsies playing And singing serenades. In the silver starry twilight, With a gipsy moon above. I listen to the gipsies play Their serenades of love. The gipsies' life is happy, A path with music strewn; othe singing dies away. The music fades too soon. "FLASH GORDON'S PAL," Miramar.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXIX, Issue 105, 4 May 1940, Page 15
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64GIPSIES. (Original.) . Where silver streams are running, Through green and mossy glades, I can hear the gipsies playing And singing serenades. In the silver starry twilight, With a gipsy moon above. I listen to the gipsies play Their serenades of love. The gipsies' life is happy, A path with music strewn; othe singing dies away. The music fades too soon. "FLASH GORDON'S PAL," Miramar. Evening Post, Volume CXXIX, Issue 105, 4 May 1940, Page 15
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