From time to time she reappears
and dances once again
The shadow hidden deep inside
once captivated men...
From time to time a memory
a glimpse from long ago
Sometimes at night within her dreams
her teenage face aglow...
From time to time she still pretends
the music starts to play
Her lips begin to sing the words
she once sang every day...
Jon Arno 2019
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