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There's a special little door



At the bottom of our street



That only can be opened



By those with dancing feet



 



There's an energy in the mind that



Pulls a being through hyperspace



To that ethereal destination,



 Fat Sam's Dancing Place.



 



Fat Sam's very presence



Beams down from the wall



His holographic forms flow



Through the whole dance hall.



 



The first time you see him



To the human mind it seems



He is the very embodiment



Of strange fantastic dreams,



 



For Fat Sam is an energy formed



By merging of time and space



Crossing multiple dimensions



To host his dancing place.



And his very presence urges



Beings to take the chance



Of expiring from the energy 



Of Fat Sam's enticing dance.



 



It's an expansion of experience



To makes the senses pulse and warm



As rhythmic movements carry a being



Back and through his shimmering form.



 



Sheer satisfaction 



Is the only measure 



 the feelings of joy



The sense of total pleasure.



 



 Fat Sam is a mystery but



One neither knows or cares



The truth of his essence,



 If he is even really there:



 



Is it just a franchise



To inspire and entice all



To the thrill and the addiction



Of that eternal dancing hall.



 



But Fat Sam thrives



For dancers to meet



Out there in hyperspace



From the bottom of our street.



 



 



 



 



 




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