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Last night something strange
Cracked a door open on the wall
Of my memory, without even knockin’ twice

It came out of nowhere, suddenly.
A song, I was 17, house party
Whose house? I don’t remember any more

There she was, in the dark
Dancing with me, like I was the night wind
She a young tree, swaying, leaves shuddering slowly

Two shadows in a room full of shadows
House of teenagers about to wake up
From youth with only memories faded of yesterday

How long did this song quietly travel
Through time, to waylay me in that lookback moment last night
And take me back to that other night so many years ago?

Every memory I think I’ve forgotten
Is stored in some song somewhere, seeking me again
So don’t ask me why I’m dancing oldskool

Time is a candyman, stuck to your melting heart
Memory memory will knock your boots back
Never ever ever gonna let you go

Where is she now? My young mango.
She is a part of this song now
And last night I saw her, danced with her, again.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerijeem>