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Dancing With Your Gypsy Soul (to Soledad) I still remember dancing with your gypsy soul. Lost in the balmy smoke Of burnt hours Wafting through the low breezes of our breathing. And I remember all too well October’s role. Trying to hide that ridiculously huge moon Even while it’s orange blood kept seething Into the last vestiges of the evening, Painting everything in it’s glow. Little did I know It was a one-night fall Through the mystic of it all. Though the sounds of a thousand conjured up guitars Would not provide a melody Beyond the memory of that night, Still, we danced our only dance Like drunkards by a whiskey sea, You, guided by October’s light And I, steering by the stars. |
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