Libertango
I hurry blindly along the wall,
Feel in the dark, grasp, stumble, and fall.
The bird flies into window glass.
I circle in restless search. I’m so
Tired, but there is a door, I know,
And through it I’ll dance onto the grass.
Libertango is a tango by Astor Piazzolla.
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