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"Before I Die I Will Dance"

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Before I Die I Will Dance​



 

Before I die
I will Dance
There will be no tears
Of sadness
And I will ask
That all my friends
Who come to say goodbye
Sing songs as they dance
Throughout the day
In memory of my life

Before I die
I will dance
To remember my younger days
When I danced up a storm
My feet
Flying aimlessly about
While I danced
With all the pretty ladies
Until one fateful day
I danced with the one
Who stole my heart
Who became my wife
Who danced by my side
Hand in hand

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I danced with the one
Whose kisses were sweet
Whose arms kept me warm
During cold, cold nights
Whose dance matched my own
Step for step, heel for toe
Until the day that my tears
Stopped the dance
When
She could no longer
Dance at all

Before I die
I will dance

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I will dance
To remember
All of the other times
Before I grew old
And felt Gods spirit
Lift me up
Lift me high
Filling my heart
Making me smile
Making me dance!

Before I die
I will dance
With all that I have
With all that is left
So that others might see
There is something in me

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Before I die
I will dance I will dance
I will dance
Dance
Dance

After The Storm



The pounding rain
Beat
Like a toddlers hand
On an old Indian drum
Waking up memories
That I had long forgotten

Songs
That I knew so well
But had gone
Now decide to return
Chattering aimlessly on
About why
They decided
To come again
On this particular day
Which of course
Made me smile

Throughout the day
No matter how hard
I attempted to ignore it
The old music kept playing
In my head
So for the rest of the day
Though I tried
The music continued
To followed me
Everywhere I went
Growing louder and louder
Until my whole day
Was a medley
Of the 1960’s

Note: My headache kept getting worse

It was just about this time
That a second cup of coffee
Would have been perfect
But the hurricane
That had just passed
Blew all the electricity
Away

Not being
A campfire kind of guy
Boiling water
Was not in my nature
So after some time
I lit up a second cigarette
While drinking what remained
Of my cold
Once hot morning coffee
Half & Half without sugar

About this time
I was fairly certain
If I waited long enough
The single cup
Would work its magic
And chase my sleepiness away
So
I drank what remained
Closed my eyes
Leaned back
And fell fast asleep

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It was typical