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The Dancing Rest
Back into the dancing rest
The childish, churning swirl
The tiny-vast, ubiquitous constant.
When I stop to stand and stare,
I find you, quietly waiting
Tears signal my grief at having left you so long
I’m sorry.
The childish, churning swirl
The tiny-vast, ubiquitous constant.
When I stop to stand and stare,
I find you, quietly waiting
Tears signal my grief at having left you so long
I’m sorry.
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