Heart that weathered many storms,
Heart still proud when luster is gone,
Heart sovereign when hope seems dim,
Yet always smiling, and bathing in songs,
Drums waking the Earth under my feet,
Tears wash my sorrows, and Laughter,
Makes Rainbows of my loneliness,
Rhythms are the lips of my lover,
The mystic one, we call Ecstatic Dance.
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