Dance with me brother
as we used to,
hand in hand,
the world was ours to feel.
Our fantasy worlds were so real.
Brother of mine, it has been so long
that I have had that dance.
What is wrong ?

Do you not think
that we may take that chance
to spin and play again someday ?
Where did you go
for so many adult years ?
We both have had our pleasure
and our fears
and have journeyed little
and traveled far.
So, come
and dance with me brother
until we dance
once more
under a
shooting
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