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 THE DANCE I SING



Curled in the belly of an ancient goddess
I paint my songs in colors of darkness
Diamond shaped notes dance in sadness
It's my sacred place inside my own madness
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Stripped of reality I retreat to dwell
I become the song that I sing so well
The wings of my soul will wear a veil
While chanting a story and telling a tale
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My melody glides in the clouds to soar
Tuck me away to awake no more
I feel at peace with this metaphor
Inside yon belly; she's the goddess of yore
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Curled in the belly……… forevermore


a jamais






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