The sun is so,
And the light is down,
And none will go,
As the kite flies round.
Present with open palms,
Whilst everything is calm.
Pound the ground with every step,
And let nothing be met without depth.
Once I did a dance.
More like a terrible prance.
I ended up in a un brilliant trance.
And may that be that perchance.
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