beads of sweat find forehead in stifling theatre but no one
leaves because the figures on stage find a place in our spirits
she in wispy black dress cowboy boots auburn hair slightly
crouching with guitar he in suit and cowboy hat guitar a part
of his being they play and sing as one her voice a bright clear
alto his picking like a fire it's so hot
they heat up the night with their timeless tunefulness
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