Dance to the season of your own hearts'
content,
Live for each morrow,
The skies do not relent.
Lift your branches, your arms,
Your feet, your trunk;
Twirl with the winds of your
Temperment; drunk.
Close your eyes and recall
Of the sweet,
Open your nose, inhale all
That you meet.
Walk with vividity,
Swim forth with dignity;
Run to your next cloud ahead.
Dance to the season of your hearts' content,
Take heed, take heart, takes memories -
Cement.

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