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Back Inside Abaco, Palma, Majorca


They're back inside Abaco
Where we all went before
Just sipping fancy cocktails
Behind that great wood door
There's flowers and fruit cascading
A cornucopia
The revellers are jostling
For their place at the bar
Anonymous in daytime
A magnet when night falls
For those who know the magic
Contained within its walls
Galleries and gardens
And secret hidden nooks
Rooms for exploration
And dark shelves lined with books
From yachts in Palma harbour
And tall tourist hotels
They come here for the atmosphere
As music slowly swells
At midnight a tradition
On which you can depend
Upon a silent signal
Rose petals slow descend.

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