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The dance of life...so beautiful
Sweet memories we make
In morning unabandoned
Then we waltz at the end of day
I danced on legs much stronger once
Not a tremble or a quiver
high up on the wrought iron bridge 
above the rushing river
Come down, you'll kill yourself she cried
But I did not heed her warning
I' was never so alive
as on that youthful summer morning
And we still dance...

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[Brian W. Hastings]

the ending of this makes you wonder

[Hello, Goodbye]

i find you disconnections to be rather ambiguous but.intriguing simultaneously..