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 The
girl caught the dusky eye.
She caught the truth of gold
from the ear and the tooth.
And from under bright skirts,
the toe-bell music.
And the wandering? While the
wagons beat a drum song with their
arms of hanging pots, she saw
it was the world which ambled by,
frivolous and tinny. The gypsies' slow procession:
a ribbon, fastened at both ends
to the necessary life.
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