How beautiful is this dance we call life.
on any scale, anywhere, anyhow
We try to exert dominion, but the grains of sand only squeeze through our fingers
Life pulsing, through veins, the ebb and flow of the tides.
Breathing, moving, existing
What is this mystery? Our few moments in the sun.
Dance any way you want, but the song is short.
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