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Thursday, July 6, 2006


We lunge back and forth
A broken dance
A waltz of horrid love
Hands in place, holding close
One, Two, Three, Dip
One, Two, Three, Dip
We measure each breath
We time each step
One, Two, Three, Dip
One, Two, Three, Dip
Clasp hand upon low back
Guiding each and every step
One, Two, Three, Dip
One, Two, Three, Dip
Blending into several essences
Tiring from the choreographed steps
One, Two, Three, Dip
One, Two, Three, Dip
There always exists a form of music
We follow to and fro
But when the dance becomes to swift
We all fall back from the floor
Forget the partner clasped in hand
Forget the rose fallen down
Forget the steps it took to learn this dance
One, Two, Three, Dip
One, Two, Three, Dip
We’ve long died away
As the music ends

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