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Swing Heil
The flit of peach chiffon skirts, And seas of swirling dancers romped, jived, swayed and turned Their movements in perfect harmony To a freedom so greatly earned Her hands, fluidly frolicking Into the depths of the pulse In swaying synchrony, she plunged Her music it bounded, and ricocheted But the soldiers came storming, storming Left sharp silence, in their quake Paralysed to the bone she was playing For she knew what lay at stake Their mouths sloppy and over- Flowing, chanting Germanic song A stock-like stance without composure They jived and swayed all wrong The night grew older, and a Long line of empty glass progressed Their laughter, alone burdened With their many requests Yet Her eyes shone in defiance Her trumpet, flew from side to side The dynamic beat that ripped through the floorboards Quickly, the room once again alive, whistles and cries Mingled admist, the scuffle of ebony shoes But the soldiers came storming, storming cold gazes fixed upon their target, With one swoop they pounded her With one swoop they dragged her Like a tranquilised animal they had her Her golden trumpet lay dead Its golden coat tainted
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