My world turns
Everything neon
Wind lash
Still on the prairie
Wind scar
Slowly takes shape
My beautiful partner
She prances in mischief
Embodiment of grace
She beckons
Into the chaos
She calls
Into my arms
She dances
Eye of the tornado
My world turns again
We dance
On my grave
We dance
I may be dead
But I still wanna dance
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