When this bud grows,
Like a body taking root
Each breath taken is a word
Imaginings, sounds, emotions mingle together
Weaving one robe around us
Our hands join
Our lips form in unison
Every word we say is the command of the high priestess
The rest is sand
The rest is dust
Only the sand blows,
The swirls and disappears
But we still dance
A dance that only we know
Our souls are like a palanquin
So just take a seat
and we will take all
Because we are one
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