The Dance

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This dance of ours

Was never scripted

Every move we made

Entirely up to chance

Steps light as the wind

Arms flowing like sand

With my every step forward

You pulled back a little further

Whereas my love was a river

All you gave me was a drought

Still, ironically, I felt pulled under

By waves rolling over my head

A sea of sadness crushing me

Wearing my mourning dress

Like a suit of armour

Yet your greed like nails

Were able to tear right through

Only after a lonesome time I found

That I never had a chance with you

I only wish I hadn't paid a single penny

For those cloaked thoughts of yours

The only currency I'm now left with

Are the raindrops of this downpour

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