Metrical Dance
T Tom Billsborough
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Come, sweet stranger, follow my steps.
Tis a metrical dance we must progress.
The band is playing and our two hearts beat
In perfect time, and our feet
Trace out in exact rhyme
The figures of eight and the swirling turns.
Closer and closer our bodies unite
And love will decide our ultimate fate
Let not its rhythm ever abate
That Chance may close this immortal dance.
Bu şiiri puanla
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