Dancing In Hydra
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With his deep voice made
of cigarettes and alcohol
He plays a Spanish guitar
As we dance in Hydra
Under an ancient moon
The waltz lasted until the sea glowed
In the Mediterranean sun
Then, he stopped
And took off his fedora
And we gave him coins and roses
Then, he walked away
In the Buddhist clouds
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