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The Final Dance
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The rhythm so alluring
It drags me to its beat
Like silent arms that hold me
That move my tapping feet
I feel the warming spirit
Of a man who isn't there
But in my deepest heart of hearts
I know he's still here
The music starts growing louder
As we swing and sway
So close I feel I could touch him
Just like back in the day
The dead and the living
Together again as one
If only for this escaping moment
A single dance better than none
It drags me to its beat
Like silent arms that hold me
That move my tapping feet
I feel the warming spirit
Of a man who isn't there
But in my deepest heart of hearts
I know he's still here
The music starts growing louder
As we swing and sway
So close I feel I could touch him
Just like back in the day
The dead and the living
Together again as one
If only for this escaping moment
A single dance better than none
Old poem from my writing.com account, the second one I wrote for contest
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