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And ‘though you didn’t know it,
whilst young and naive,
you danced with the devil,
on that snowy winter’s eve.
You may ask how I know this,
as we danced ‘round the hall,
for whilst he lay sleeping,
‘twas I stole his soul.
As it all becomes clearer,
‘twas I that was naive,
as you danced with the devil,
on that cold February’s eve.
© La Danse de la Mort 06.10.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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