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 PHONOGRAPH — TANGO

LD dances are simplified of their yearning, bleached by Time. Yet from one black disc we tasted again the bite of crude Spanish passion.

&hellip; He had got into her courtyard. She was alone that night. Through the black night-rain, he sang to her window bars:

Love me, love—ah,love me! If you will not, I can follow Into the highest of mountains; And there, in the wooden cabin, I will strangle you for your lover.

—That was but rustling of dripping plants in the dark. More tightly under his cloak, he clasped his guitar.

''Love, ah-h! love me, love me!'' If you will do this, I can buy A fringed silk scarf of yellow, A high comb carved of tortoise; Then we will dance in the Plaza.

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