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escuchalo

She wondered aloud if he had an economy of words, And almost in answer he replied, "It's only half past Monday, nothing can be sure." And she rolled away the blanket of his face, And she pulled him ever closer. And it was deep inside her eyes that he knew the reason why. "Look at her now," he said. "There she goes," he said. "It's because the back seat of her eyes is closed," he said. "That's the one thing that I guess nobody knows, but I could stay with her in her front seat here forever." Was it the periscope of her artistic vision Which penetrated through his murky shoals? He pondered this thought until she asked him one of those Feminine, subjunctively interrogative questions, "¿Siempre vaya a bailar conmigo, verdad muchacho?" "Are you gonna dance with me forever, boy?"" And he shifted his weight. And he moved this way or that way. And she pulled him by her side, for in him she could confide. "Look at him there," she said. "Now he goes," she said. "It's because the back seat of his eyes is closed," she said. "That's the one thing that only I could know. I guess this one can stay with me in my front seat forever." "Just listen to him laugh!" "¡Escuchalo reir!" "Look at her now," he said. "There she goes," he said. "It's because the back seat of her eyes is closed," he said. "Look at him there," she said. "Now he goes," she said. "It's because the backseat of his eyes is closed," she said. "¡Escuchalo reir!" "Just listen to him laugh!"