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The Tango

When I’m alone you grasp my hand And set the tone Darkened music, reflective thoughts, You turn me away from anything else around me The moods right for this melancholy tango And you whirl me around for a while Your sadistic steps lead my masochistic thoughts Onward through this familiar downward spiral I know it’s every twist and turn It’s every pitfall, dip, back step All the questions it elicits I wonder what’ll happen when it’s over What will follow? What did I miss? What more will be evoked? Is this one more reminder? And I don’t even need to bother wondering anymore I know when you’ll be back As soon as one day’s sun sets and I close my eyes Again that song starts Reminds me, prompts me Then again I surrender To the arms of loneliness
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