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Mar 2012
Whats near from aloof
when more is less?
I play on the streets
and dance in the grass.

Minutes go on and im unsure
when itll be my last.
So ill keep dancing, dancing in the grass.

Whats scars from memories
when theyre so easily lost?
Ill run, jump, and prance
oblivious of all costs.

Days go on and im unsure when itll be my last
So ill keep dancing, dancing in the grass.

Whats fact from fiction
when it all differs with interpretation?
Ill write, erase, and rewrite
but my heart will flood with hesitation

Years go on and im unsure when itll be my last
So ill keep dancing, dancing in the grass

Whats young from old
when the old becomes new?
Although a few years have passed,
I still have no clue.

Moments go on and im unsure when itll be my last
So ill keep dancing, dancing in the grass,
like i have been all along.
Ill keep dancing til the moment is gone
Taylor Marion
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