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One said April is the cruelest month
When worn-out promises return
There's more wisdom in the iris bud
Than all our centuries of words
See as the flower opens
What is there to say?
Oh, hear the vow unspoken
In its sweet decay
This eternity of ebb and flowing
Oh, the cosmic ballet
All my life I tried to kill this longing
Tried to cure it, make it right
And how it tugs me to my destined place
Oh, like a moon upon the tides
How can the dream be broken
If the dreamer learns?
These are the fires I poke in
But I'm never burned
Ebb and flowing of an ancient ocean
Oh, the cosmic ballet
Sweet dancing
Sweet dancing
A dancer you must be
Sick woman in a sick bed waiting
Light fast fading in her eyes
Somewhere else, another light is falling
Turning into newborn cries
Oh, on the wind a sighing
Calling out our names
Saying, "No, no, there is no dying
Only changing face"
You, my darling, are the rest and motion
Of the cosmic ballet
Sweet dancing
Sweet dancing
And dancers you shall be
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