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The Bohemian Soul
The Bohemian Soul
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She's the bohemian girl of your dreams.
She's the wandering paper that wind takes away, plays and rests.
Runs around all day in theft-of Art, of Liberty.
Might have asked what it is to be like her,
But then she'll run away.
Close the curtains and let her sleep.
She might surrender to a timid breathing, never quits.
Never whips.
Whilst all that moves around her, the hair locks and the gentle bricks.
Close the curtains and let her sleep.
Let the breeze turn grey.
Scales of shore on the way.
A nomad, a lunatic, stranger more.
She's the bohemian girl of your dreams.
