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Sound of Dance

I heard the sound of shuffling feet
As they moved on the dry grassland
So I waited for the style for tonight
Lost in the musical earth,
Of grassy turns, faded sighs,
A generous puff of midday wind,
Trapped in a box of an eager heart

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