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Chapter
6
The
Dance
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A maiden dances through
the trees:
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I've seen her once, so wild
and free.
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Upon her brow she wears
a mark,
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That makes her dance within
the dark.
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A man, I was, with lonely
mornings,
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Little interested in love's
adornings,
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Until I saw her within the
wood,
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Dancing her dream till she
no longer could.
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I tried to speak, but speak
could not,
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Her dance was with neccessity
fraught,
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Her feet touched ground
in somber rite,
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As I watched her dance throughout
the night.
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And who thought I would
fall in love,
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With such a dreamless, fallen
dove,
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Who danced for forgotten
need,
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That had no hope to give
it lead?
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So now, I take my dancer's
hand,
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And we dance throughout
the wooded land;
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If she must dance to dreams
unsown,
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I will not let her dance
alone.
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Oh dance with me,
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Oh dance with me,
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Until you feel your heart
is free,
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And we will dance into the
wood--
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Not as we must,
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But because we could.
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Oh dance with me,
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Oh dance with me,
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And tell me that you finally
see,
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That love can be more than
the dance --
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A rising dream,
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A rekindled romance.
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Oh dance with me,
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Oh dance with me,
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And show me who you think
I be,
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For, as you are free, you
must realize,
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I am one you know--
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It is in my eyes.
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- by Judith Agrathea
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