A stranger she be, speaks in melodies she does
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_New songs heard they can be,
through the quiet night the gentle wind carries,
the song of warmth and love she gives,
throughout the gypsie camp that be.Name she has none,
but blessed she was to be given one by an elder,
christened to be known as 'Harmony' she is.
Else known she is elsewhere,
as song giver she.New sounds of laughter can be heard from the children,
in the camp where her presence is.
Mingled with the sounds of laughter she gives,
a symphony they make as one with laughter they sing together so.A symbol of hope she wished to strive,
in this camp of peace known as the Romani.
A sanctuary she sought as well,
under the falling leaves the trees of autumn gives,
with company she sits amongst known as friends.Under the moonlight she hopes,
share her cup of wine and smiles she gives,
to all people who wish to seek peace within her.
For a planter of hope she is,
a destiny of hers she carries,
till the end of days it comes._
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Winter myst curls and escapes the land
as Song Giver speaks, the others stand
still in wait
for her musing state
strikes chords of sunshine on demand
