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With music in my ears I am
on the edge of walking and dancing.
Slipping back and forth with
every step and turn.

You stand against the wall
as the music plays,
turning away every dancer that
wants to dance.

As I move toward you I wonder,
since you are not a dancer
if you would care to walk with me instead.

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