She no longer decorates her door
she is quieter now
this dancer of yore
She still calls men 'senor'
and wears silk paisley robes
but she no longer decorates her door
She brings food to the first floor
and mentions where she's from
but she no longer decorates her door
She is no longer angry
like she had been before
this dancer of yore.
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