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Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Dance into the wee hours of the night Till you drop into a heavy heap Not an ounce of energy left Only the urge to do that last step Let the music ring in your head forever, from now to eternity It's the mad who hear the unheard If that be music, who wants serenity ------- Forget that the night is still young Waiting for something to happen Walk out into the deserted open Into the waiting arms of the darkness No visions, no callings tonight To meddle with pure happiness If this be madness, I embrace thee ----- Deal the cards one last time I need to recoup my lost stakes What's it worth if it can't be lost
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