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*** to be read in rhythm***
There is this feeling, it was once said, that gets into your bones and starts to spread. Skirting, twirling it rises through the dawn, wakes up the morning and flows out upon - the flowers, the dew, carrying in its teeth, the sharpness of joy churned over three times sweet. You know her, you do, you have called her by name, she answers to many all just the same. You've ridden on her back, your fingers grazing earth, you've looked into her ember eyes and known your infinite worth.
So you dance and you dance, and you know her all the more, for she was baked into your soul, the knob to your door.
She is joy, felicity, the wink in the sunset, she holds you close, whispers softly, “please don't go yet.”
You and she, swaying now cheek to cheek, pressed together as one you can hardly speak.
Jubilee she is, so you've given her your heart. This is how you know, sweet daughter, you'll never be apart.
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