Men and women looking forward to dancing into the night,
enjoying their closeness as they stride across the floor
tonight in time with rhythms.
Never stopping to complain, because music and rhythms are
so much in synch, letting our insides expand with each and
every harmony as they continue to flow along.
Strange and eerie lines of fate that keep running away in-
to the staccato beats of a perfect drum, one that takes its
time and falls in line with the awesome talent of everyone.
Being on stage right now, a pretty spectacle standing out
upon the floor, strobe lights spraying their colors all
over everyone tonight.
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