Rollicking frivolously in and out of a polka, enjoying
it's syncopated beats in every measure.
Skipping, sliding, riding the waves of inner rhythms,
climbing clouds into the heavens, capturing the essence
of another era in musical interludes.
Giving it a new life through exceptional feelings, and
abounding in and out of every tune being played.
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