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Spanish Tavern

A bottle of wine on our darkened, wood table, A night of nights, we are so tired. And stone-drunk. Your hands in mine. In a Spanish tavern, a woman Sings, shouting and wailing. A ravaged woman, clearly. Quite ugly, not … Continue reading

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