Is the dancer just the visible reflection
Of the music or is there a conversation
Carried on between them
Not always in agreement
The music always wanting its own way
But not always what the dancer
Wants to hear tonight perhaps
In the wings taking a breath
Just the same old dum-ta-dum
But a third thing we can make together
So when you soar I rush onstage
Neither you nor me but merged
If you hold your fingers just like this
Both of us get free
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