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Dance Dance
Dance Dance
I may when the sun comes up
To the worlds glorious rise
To her chant, her breath, her freedom
Her nurturing boundaries
Such nectar,
Dance Dance
I may when the sun comes up
In the evening I shall rest
Rest inside her sweet surrender
Contented to my soil rich roots
For the world has been my playground
Dance Dance
I may when the sun comes u...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:35 am
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