Frail Dance
In the deepest soul of man;
The word is out the word of fun,
Is the season blessed heart
Heart to heart the tone to dance
A carnation asked to the sunlight;
A color which do make him shine,
It was a glint, the glint of heart
Whispering for the first dance
A bright star smiled on the sky;
Rushing pleasant drops of dust,
It was the white suit of the heart
Longing for its turn to dance
The lightning gleams the thunder blasts;
The songs of love are holding hands,
Then silence blinks a withered heart
Enjoy alone, alone the dance
Don't tell to rose shooting star;
The night hid out a tear once,
It was a heart, a lonely heart
Hopeful for the last dance
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