Dance these days
of sweet youthful tempo
in the ballroom of the past
the concert is empty though
the orchestra is gone
but the music remains in your mind
a smile like a scar on your face
you can imagine
that life will always
save the last dance for you
you were sentenced
to several years of nostalgia
with but the possible cure
of deadly oblivion
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
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