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Persistence of MemoryTo my memory-
Though you're not there,
You still manage to follow me
Every place, everywhere.
By now I've moved on
I've found someone new
But you still stick in my mind.
Persistent, aren't you?
Haunting like a dream,
You never go away,
When all that time ago,
You didn't want to stay.
Funny how it works,
When someone leaves a scar.
A persistent little memory,
I guess that's all you are.
Dance with MeWhen that big band strikes up a fancy tune
Pick me up, spin me to the moon
Take my hand, lead me out on the floor
We can dance as friends, or maybe more
Feel that slow and steady beat
Pulse through your blood and move your feet
Leave your worries, take the chance
Just feel the rhythm and start to dance
Hold me close and we can move as one
Or twirl me, spin me, just for fun
Whichever you choose, doesn't matter to me
Just let the melody set you free
Back, then side, then back again
Does this song really have to end?
Stepping in time, like writing a song
Let the music carry us, drift us along
Now the music has died, the night is through
I can still feel that feeling between me and you
What feeling it is, I really can't say
Just walk me home and we can dance all the way
SwingWay far back in the tall brown grass
Sits a memory from my distant past
Who knows when I sat there last,
I brush off cobwebs and some dirt
But a little nature never hurt
And with all the force I can exert
Straighten up and bend my knees
Flying higher than the tops of trees
Higher than the birds or bees
You used to take me up that high,
High enough to touch the sky,
I loved you, that I can't deny.
Your emotions swung away from me
And now you're gone, I hope you see
Without each other, we're still not free.
I swing with the memory of you, my friend,
Who promised to love me 'til the very end,
But broken promises never mend,
I'll get over it and swing.
Love Is...Love is the cloud that brings us to the skies
It's the gravity that keeps us grounded
It's the wind beneath our wings
It's the weight on our shoulders
Love is two notes in harmony
It's a dissonant chord
It's the music that wafts through the breeze
It's the song that accompanies the monster
Love is a help, love is a hindrance
People tell us what love is
But love is what we make it
So make it the best
Dancing in the RainDripping, falling
Rolling down the glass
Thunderclouds will pass
Naughts the matter
I'm dancing in the rain
They think Ive gone insane
Drums beat, as a song
Come and dance along
Let raindrops wash away your pain
Throw away that walking cane
Just try dancing in the rain
Come dancing in the rain.
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