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 Fling your red scarf faster and faster, dancer.

It is summer and the sun loves a million green leaves,
 masses of green.

Your red scarf flashes across them calling and a-calling.

The silk and flare of it is a great soprano leading a
 chorus
Carried along in a rouse of voices reaching for the heart
 of the world.

Your toes are singing to meet the song of your arms:

Let the red scarf go swifter.

Summer and the sun command you.

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