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Deep in the woods lies a glade
Green and bright, wonderful
Gentle light bleaks through leaves
Mellow shades mask a shape of a wild
It's the dance of the satyr
It's the dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr
(This is the dance of the satyr)
All around this fine glade
Moves his hooves, shakes his horns
To a tune of a flute
Audibly only to creatures of other worlds
First move his hips
Spins around, cross the glade
Prance in rut, bounce in heat
To the beat of the tune of a wild
It's the dance of the satyr
It's the dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr
The dance of the satyr
(This is the dance of the satyr, the dance of the satyr)
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