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I am Omar the crazy gypsy nimble footed and carefree I write poems on walls that crumble and fall I talk to shadows that sleep and go away crying I meet fearless girls who tell me their troubles my loneliness bottled up in their tummy II I am Omar the crazy gypsy I write songs to my dead mother hurl stones at fat policemen and walk on sea weed in my dreams I walk away from despair like a horse walks away from his master end up in jail eating powdered eggs for breakfast III My spine shakes to the songs of women I am heartless and lonely and I whistle a tune out of one of my dreams where the world babbles out loud and Mexican hat check girls do the Salinas Shuffle a dance composed by me on one of my nightmares and sold for a bottle of tequila. IV I am Omar the crazy gypsy I waltz through avenues of roses to the song of Mariachis V I am Omar the Mexican gypsy I speak of love as something whimsical and aloof as something naked and cruel I speak of death as something inhabiting the sea awkward and removed I speak of hate as something nibbling my ear
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