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Aug 2014
You ask me why I’m dancing
You thought me to be insane
Could you not hear the music?
Or was it only in my *brain?
"and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."
Victoria Ruth
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Victoria Ruth  Dark Paradise
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