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Created on: February 14, 2009
The Dance
Moonlit night.
Starry sky.
Headdress on.
Face painted.
Fire glowing.
Boom! Bam! Boom!
Drumbeat sounding.
Body moving.
Spirit soaring.
Heartbeat pounding.
Whirling, twirling.
Here, there.
Banshee calling.
I-ee, I-ee, I-ee!
Drumbeat slowing.
Body swaying.
Spirit drifting.
Heartbeat calming.
Body stopped.
Dance over.
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