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not wounded wings nor broken cord

can stop the color of the flow

of tender cinematic song:



we dance the Dance of those who know



on meadows were our souls belong

within the fields were poppies blow

and waiting for the yes from Home

is merely waiting for the nested word

of that which we already know:



we dance the Dance of those who know



our souls forever dance along

within the fields were poppies blow

with souls entwined we dance in Dome

in gray sky slashed by thunder's sword

by raw throat of the mourning crow



we dance the dance of those who know



for neither shadow of the past

or sorrow of today can touch

tomorrow's dream: being One in Love



we dance the dance of those who know