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To Astrud
A voice that still haunts me
and lives in my dreams
The first time I saw her
a boy of sixteen
She lived just a mile
from where I am now
A treasure so hidden
to whose memory I bow
The Samba and Rio
she took me along
Yet barely a man
making love to her song
My eyes can still close
and return to that beach
where my heart she first captured
-and never released
(The Day Astrud Gilberto Died: June 5, 2023)
and lives in my dreams
The first time I saw her
a boy of sixteen
She lived just a mile
from where I am now
A treasure so hidden
to whose memory I bow
The Samba and Rio
she took me along
Yet barely a man
making love to her song
My eyes can still close
and return to that beach
where my heart she first captured
-and never released
(The Day Astrud Gilberto Died: June 5, 2023)
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