I'd groove in euphoric celebration
until the sun arose;
oblivious to the burn in my legs,
and the sweat on my brow.
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| If you were a dance, I'd groove in euphoric celebration until the sun arose; oblivious to the burn in my legs, and the sweat on my brow. |
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