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The Great Composer
We hear the music of life
And we are compelled to dance forever
We dance to the lyrics
Of falling snowflakes
And to the rhythm
Of swaying trees
We dance to the harmony
Of birds in flight for winter
And to the song
Of the honey bee queen
We dance to the tempo
Of deer frolicking in the meadows
And to the count
Of the woodpecker’s aim
We dance to the pace
Of the king of the jungle
And to the beat
Of the copious rain
We hear the music of life
So we are compelled to dance forever
Copyright ©
Mary Scott
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