Raised hands upwards right,
Upwards left, so many a night,
The hymns that play through life,
Charged, tempoed, playing away
Jagged hips, join the motion,
Latin ways, but Anglo kept, control
And the lyrics, this time say
"You will fall with someone new,
No more being alone,
no more saying no more"
The source of this finding
another's eyes
And that, in itself, is the source of hope
Hands and hips continue but they go
To oblivious land
For those eyes have no been found
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