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Endless Dance

The law of nature,
Painted leaves,
The show must go on,
Let's see your I.D.
 
Indian summer,
White man's winter,
Fire in my belly,
Just be a true winner.
 
The fashion plate,
Wash it thoroughly,
Before it gets old,
And gets very dirty.
 
Wave of the future,
Is an endless dance,
The stupid wind that blows,
Puts me in a trance.
 
Use laughing stock,
When you make your soup,
Rip and tear reality,
And try to find the truth.
 
The drop of a hat,
Go and pick that thing up,
Don't poison the well,
Or live in the rough.
 



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