Steeped in mystery,
A magical site--The gypsy caravan
Camps for the night.
They're wary of strangers,
And keep to themselves--
Their stories are legends
Without fairies and elves.
Some make potions
Around a campfire light--
Others tell fortunes
And tell you your plight.
Bright colors and baubles
Are parts of their lives--
Just as distrust from others
Because people despise.
Their history is legend,
Traditions are many,
Still cloaked in mystery--
They are gypsy.
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