When I feel lonely, desperate,
I listen to the sad, palpitating cry
Of an old Tango,
Words carved in the memory of my Past,
Shadows of a Love that did not last.
Life hurts and is so unjust,
No matter how hard we try to trust,
Justice Never wins,
And Love is just a red Carnation,
Torn and thrown away from a lapel,
Blown upon by winds of love frustration.
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