Some dance to remember
the past that's already gone
cast to the realms that are beyond
some dance to forget
the pain that still remains
as fresh as the pouring rain

recalls born of life's troubles
healed by the lyrical cure
if only for the span of a song
soon to only fade away
lost as it is gained
in the whispers to the wind

recollections may be denied
or pursued with each step
as the soiree is embraced
illusion in the shared beat
don’t assume it’s the same
when needs are finally met

each memory asks for its balm
soothed by loss or by gain
something pure in each refrain
asking another to be played
partners found to be held
if only to stay in that place.

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