In a samba house party Linda meets the man she left
Years ago——stalwart, tanned face with feminine eyes;
His charming smiles work to conceal a heart bereft
But his feminine eyes have betrayed his lies.
They dance around the house in a choo-choo train
As if 1994 never happened... until the music calms...
Linda has moved on but to him Linda's scent will remain
The sweetest breeze under the Brazilian palms.
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