Spanish guitars
Playing softly - late at night
The moon rides higher
on each rythmic note
Shining like a jewel
In a senorita's dark eyes
Swaying to a deeper beat
Letting problems drift away
Entwined in the chords
Supporting the notes
Making them seem alive
Floating around the courtyard
in the open air
Catching the wind to tomorrow
and the next year and someday
Carrying troubles there
While they play
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