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The dreams, they come

floating as clouds

On the other side, he stands

with his hand held out

She looks his way with a smile

A tap of the feet

and sway of the hip

turning quarters, three

fingers touch, gently at the tips

curtains open, revealing

gazing windows locked together

as they fall into a blissful trance

for a dance within the heavens