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he smiled to me, a little charm to his dreds
i clung tighter to the safety of his weeping gypsy nest
i held it together
so knotted, twisted, malformed,
i gave him aesthetics,
a melted reminder bead, weather worn
we became bound so fiercely together by dirty sterling silver love
i sang praises to his face from Broadway to Burlington
the places he took me, few beads dare travel
seldom saw my face, a buried and contorted little lure
he whispered to me so that i might know how much i meant
i shined through the knits and suffered some neglect
eventually, even my companion looked beyond my glimmers
and when Spring rode through our town he threw aside every unloved belonging
i wove in like a spider to his last remaining cobweb
he fancied me as a charm very much, but rather see me dead
when i was amputated no one remembered to mourn
i was put in a box with unstrung hair and left to dust mites and memorial
i didnt die, you see, i just became detached
i sit on a shelf waiting for the day my gypsy might come back
i clung tighter to the safety of his weeping gypsy nest
i held it together
so knotted, twisted, malformed,
i gave him aesthetics,
a melted reminder bead, weather worn
we became bound so fiercely together by dirty sterling silver love
i sang praises to his face from Broadway to Burlington
the places he took me, few beads dare travel
seldom saw my face, a buried and contorted little lure
he whispered to me so that i might know how much i meant
i shined through the knits and suffered some neglect
eventually, even my companion looked beyond my glimmers
and when Spring rode through our town he threw aside every unloved belonging
i wove in like a spider to his last remaining cobweb
he fancied me as a charm very much, but rather see me dead
when i was amputated no one remembered to mourn
i was put in a box with unstrung hair and left to dust mites and memorial
i didnt die, you see, i just became detached
i sit on a shelf waiting for the day my gypsy might come back