Sliding, gliding across snare drums as their sticks go up
and down participating in beats that are being played in
unison tonight, eveyone keeping pace with the rhythms.
Rocking the house in positive moods of livelihood, chances
to be with the ones you love as tempos close the doors on
hearts of an unconditional love flowing hurriedly in the
darkness of a dance floor.
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