stolen
pale and fragile
mask of some dead king
you look around
as if out of the cave
with eyes hidden in shadows
go follow
people dancing
being unseen and silent and
try to repeat tango steps
on your way home
whispering words of the song stolen
mask is hanging on the hook
behind the door
will you dance with me
my queen?
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