Walking along a nameless path
Enjoying the pristine landscape
People lounging everywhere
A haunting and powerful song
Fills the atmosphere
I recall quite clearly the first time I met her
It was february in the winter
Of 2001
She was strolling 
With an austere looking man
And I could see
Immediately
He dislikes me
Intensely
Gave me that pompous, hostile stare
Nice try old guy
This Blak you can't scare
She was different
A total stranger
Strangely familiar
Dark skinned, dark haired
Fire in her eyes
She stooded and waited
Beautiful under clear blue skies
A few steps behind him
Old grouchy won't be hearing
Whatever she'll be saying
Listen to the song she implored me
Somewhat angrily
As the music stopped
She paused a moment and sang
The chorus back
A sad story
A bird caged unwillingly
Longing…
For the wind,
To fly
For home and the deep, deep sky
It's my song she says
They all think "he" wrote it but he did not
It's my song
I wrote that
I sensed no lies
The honest truth
As she looked into the cold brown eyes
A very special woman
Sad and defiant
Lonely but determined
Quiet but strong
The gypsy composer
With the melody to
The Universal Song

It was in the winter
When I first met her
One writer to another
My collaborator
The gypsy composer

I am so in love with her
This woman
The gypsy composer
I'm still in love with her

Always will be

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