don't be a dancer
around what could be
essentially
in the hand of time
don't let it drop
it would be a crime
to let it stop
let it revolve
until you solve
the question of time
for you to define
with the buzz strong
for the mind to follow along
the beat picks up
getting corrupt
with the sound of the night
with the moon so bright
a glow around the center of clouds
opening up the sky
my oh my
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