Falstaff

[color=cyan]The stove warms the corner of the little store[/color]

[color=cyan]the woman leans upon the polished glass[/color]

[color=cyan]hours of idle thoughts of her life before[/color]

[color=cyan]of love and adventure and togetherness[/color]

[color=cyan]her hands are clasped and her eyes are closed[/color]

[color=cyan]she remembers music and dancing and moonlight prose[/color]

[color=cyan]the door announced a customer and she turns[/color]

[color=cyan]and warmly recalls why her heart and soul still yearns[/color]

[color=cyan]for the touch of the stranger so fresh in her memory[/color]

[color=cyan]behind her sweeps the product of her union she recalls so blissfully[/color]

[color=cyan]the customer smiles and touches her hand[/color]

[color=cyan]and brings her into the rapture she knew with her man[/color]

[color=cyan]for a moment in time, her eyes show her warmest desire[/color]

[color=cyan]from smallest ember grows her passion like a fire.[/color]

[color=cyan]She follows him outside and stands in the light[/color]

[color=cyan]her ghostly stranger has come back for her this night[/color]

[color=cyan]And there for a moment they kiss and embrace[/color]

[color=cyan]she feels the moment and leaves this place[/color]

[color=cyan]Where her dreams became one so long ago[/color]

[color=cyan]she knew a man for one night and let him go[/color]

[color=cyan]She opens her eyes and draws deeply in the night[/color]

[color=cyan]for her customer, her stranger, her ghost is gone with the light[/color]

[color=cyan]daugher smiles and embraces her mother[/color]

[color=cyan]and gently leads her back inside[/color]

[color=cyan]the woman lingers in time, remembering her long lost lover[/color]

[color=cyan]and her daughter wonders if she is losing her mind.[/color]

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