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TILL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT


I wish to walk the earth and leave a mark
I wish to sing songs whose echo will enchant the eternity
I want to live long enough to burn brighter than the sun
For my breath was named after thunder fire and life
I want to live long enough to love you
Touch you in in ways no human words or hands have
Mould you to be as beautiful as a beauty can be
I want to live long enough to see where the winds come from and the oceans they settle in
I want to dance the dance of the living
When it is done there should be no dance left within me
I want to dance to every bit of every beat
With every bit of every bone
So when the song of the living done for me
I won’t miss a replay
I want to dance the dance like no other human
I want all that till there is nothing left

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