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: Fed up with R.J. Hollingdale's attempt at this familiar ditty? This is one I made earlier... : THE SECOND DANCE SONG : Life, as I gazed into your eyes : I saw a storm whipped branch arise : My heart stopped still in pure delight. : Gold glittered in those eyes of night : Raised castanets above your head : And tossed my feet a glance : The laughed that questions, melts; causing : My insane feet to dance : A dancers ears are in his toes : Seeking the sound of what you might propose : I spring to your side, yet you always go missing : As towards me the tongues of your hair come hissing! : Away from those serpents I'll retire : As you glance over your shoulder, eyes full of desire : Crooked ways learned via your crooked smile : Through them my feet have learned dancing guile : And to fear when you're near me, to love from afar : Your fleeing allures : Your seeking secures; : Though I suffer for you : I'll gladly endure : Your coldness inflames, your hatred seduces, : Your flight is constraining, your mockery induces : Who would not hate you, great woman who binds us : Enwinds us, seduces us, seeks us and finds us! : (Who would not love you, : You innocent : Impatient : Wind swift : Child eyed : Sinner?) : Where are we going, you unruly paragon? : Yet again you foresake me, you sweet, ungrateful tomboy! : My dancing feet lead me : Where slight traces linger : Please give me a hand... : Perhaps just a finger. : Into caves through thickets; we're going astray : Stand still - see bats and owls flitter away : Would you befool me, you bat and you owl : Did you learn from the dogs how to bark and to howl? : Your little white teeth sweetly you bare at me : From under your curly mane wicked eyes stare at me : This is a dance over dale, over hill; : I am the hunter; you - my hound or my kill? : Now beside me - and quickly - you wicked wild rover : Help! In ascending now I have gone over : See me now lying and begging for grace : For I must follow you in a far sweeter chase : Love's chase through still and dim cover of bushes : Now into the lake where we swim with the fishes : Are you tired? Come now, let's end our pursuit : And sleep near the shepherds playing their flutes : Are you tired yet? I'll carry you, just let your arms sink : Thirsty? I have something bitter to drink : Where are you now, supple, slippery witch? : From your hand on my face I feel blotches that itch : No longer your shepherd, all sheepish and weak : I always sang for you, now for me you'll shriek : To the beat of my whip you'll shriek and you'll trot : Did I forget it? : No, I did not!

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