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Waltz Time

c. 1870

This grotto is our carapace.

A place of secret rite,

Of stifled sounds and potent scent.

A single lantern's light.

c. 1970

You come to me

But spiteful shadows sour your face'

You speak my name

And phantoms prowl our trysting place.

c. 2000

Long years ago

You took proud lovers by the score.

While empires fell

You remained their super-whore.


You come to me,

Maternal care upon your face.

I call your name

And beg God grant us saving grace.

NOTE: As a point of interest, the second, third and fourth verses are influenced by the rhythm of Jacques Offenbach's major waltz from 'La Belle Helene'.

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