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Moon of plenty, moon of mischance |
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It'll be what you want but you can't stop the dance |
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Try to count the steps and they change while you stare |
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And the translucent moon floats in waves of blue air |
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And we cry out for grace to lay truth bare |
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The dance is the truth and it's everywhere |
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Pas de deux in stark silhouette |
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pulsing against a clear orange sunset |
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As the distance shifts from skin unto skin |
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Look at how bodies shape the spaces they're in |
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See the limbs slide smooth through unresisting air |
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The dance is the truth and it's everywhere |
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In grains of sand and Galaxies |
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In plasma flow and rain in trees |
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In the sepia swell of silted-up surf |
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In the ebb and the flow of dying and birth |
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In wounded streets and whispered prayer |
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The dance is the truth and it's everywhere |
