All Still Dance
we dance the old dance
as old as time itself yet
ever fresh each day
who knows its real name
how long it’s been around or
cares who danced it first
lift turn sway lunge bend
at the shore on ballroom floors
in the desert sands
the heart of the world
beats to the rhythm of love
all still dance to it
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