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A Tarantella
I drift by, an open window
Faintly I see a candle glow
I hear the music's happy cry
An open window, I drift by
I linger there, to hear the beat
The urge to dance grabs at my feet
A bit of fun for me to share
To hear the beat, I linger there
A moments pleasure, in our days
Perhaps the tarantella plays
A small thing but such a treasure
In our days, a moments pleasure
Fore Andrea's contest.
Copyright ©
Barbara Gorelick
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