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Seven Sisters Dancing
Seven sisters dancing,
Skirts all awhirl
Weave, bob and wildly
rhythmically twirl.
Seven wild sisters
Adepts of their art
With sisterly familiarity
Each play their part.
Seven sisters dancing
Form a bond way up high
Tooing and froing
In a leaden dark sky.
Storms rise and beat
In response to their call
Clouds roll in frenzy
Trees shake and fall
Until the seven sisters,
Their passion all spent,
Haggard and blowsy,
Their skirts all rent,
Glide slowy down
After their storm's birth.
Exhausted each sister
Subsides to the earth.
Seven Mystic Sisters
Part until the when
Skirts all a whirl they dance
Their storm dance again.

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Seven Sisters Dancing