People forming a line kicking up their feet, swaying hips
and legs while doing a line dance long into the night.
Walking into rhythms that fit well into measures of melo-
dies, jumping about, always in a line while taking steps
in a row, no one missing a beat.
Criss-crossing, keeping up with musical rhythms of tonight's
fantastic game of life through entertainment and coming to-
gether in dances all night.
Continuing to overflow in depths of an interior beauty that
never fades or dies away, a perfect melody taking its time
in measures of rhythm.
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