Lead and Follow

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Her rose dress whisked his beating heart
And his eyes lay upon her glowing feet
He led her to the wooden edge
She clasped his arm to the bend
She followed his last step
He led her to the beginning
Her golden streams twirled and caressed
His name twists into the rhythm
Their beats sway together
And I close my eyes
The peace they bring leads me
And good things will follow

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