There's always one more dance
One more run across the field
One more night of romance
Love has yet to yield;
If ever you think it's finished
That you can't carry on anymore
You will find tomorrow, undiminished
Knocking at your front door;
Legs have never run their last race
The finishing line does not exist
As long as you have a smile on your face
With hope at the top of your list.
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