A Petrarchan Sonnet about gypsies I made for English class in 10th grade.

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Remember the place we're happy with time?
We were strong and wrong'd and chalantly young.
Remember the sunset, the wings, the wine?
We livened the joy and we drank when sung.

Existing in hearts that lived in all days
When life was no matter nor was a bore.
Revel in the actions and timeless ways
As we always had; as we did before.

Dancing, singing, leaping on the rooftops;
Dancing, singing, sincerely looking down;
Twirling around and feeling the raindrops
With all a-laughing, and with falling sound.

No matter what gale, storm, or winds had came,
We have always danced; we have always sang.