The flame dances on it's wick,
Dances to some silent music.
No pounding beat or tune,
No rhythm or rhyme,
Just - silence.
The shadow dances on the wall,
Dances to some silent music.
No words to sing or remember,
No right steps or wrong,
Just - silence.
Light dances in your eye,
Dances with some silent mirth.
No boundaries to restrict or hinder,
No sad or solemn time,
Just - silence.
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