There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

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For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes Shivering home to pray; I take you now and for always, For always is always now.

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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew -- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God

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Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.

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All true enough: and true as well that she Was beautiful, and danced, and is now dead.

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You wouldn't recognize a subtle plan if it painted itself purple and danced naked upon a harpsichord singing 'Subtle Plans are Here Again.'

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We rode on the winds of the rising storm, We ran to the sounds of the thunder. We danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.

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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings and while with silent lifting mind I've trod the high, untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God.

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Tell me.... Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale blue moonlight

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Those who danced where thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.

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And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

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Angels danced the day you were born

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We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

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