In rain the terpsichores dance
Barefoot with no care
Affection is in the air
Quivering fingers and pointed toes
We are all moving
We shake away our woes
The music and I collide
I was so elated I could've cried
Why can't I always feel this way
Passerbys watch our display
We don't mind eachothers idiosyncrasy
I want to stay
Don't stop me
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