My mattress
That old flat cotton filled and beaten rectangle
Knotted in occasions, here-there
Is no more
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Ovation
On the scene, she wore red
Skirt, dress to her knee
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Queen Revisited
I'm sitting
Each elbow is the base
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He was a poet
I could easily hear
His pen played the notes
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Who can?
Silent is my room as if in grave
Departed mourning friends
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Victims of communism
Shame, shame, shame
That is all one can say
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Separation
In the darkness of the dark caves
I see particles
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