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When They Danced in Strasbourg
tapping toe to paving stone heel digging into dirt muscles stretched to tearing blood
pumping dancing in veins veins dancing in bodies bodies dancing against bodies over bodies bodies
unraveling themselves they danced for no scottish queen no danish prince no sailor in a back room
flipping a gold coin no fop with a bit of stale bread and poor aim for no reason they danced sweat
staining the day breath steaming up the night four hundred by summer's end and that's not
counting the dead they said they couldn't help it but no puppet on strings ever moved like that only
losing everything lets you move that way when your body is all you have left you too will dance like
lightning underwater like the moon when no one's looking you too will dance like
anything god made
breaking beat by beat by beat by beat by beat
Certain of Eventual Failure 