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In the Stone Courtyard

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If the young dancers swing
In happy rhythm,
And the quickness of their feet
Spins the autumn trees
From sharp perception
Into blurred illusion;
And if the melody
To fuel their dance
Fills them with euphoric intoxication,
around and around in happy rhythm,
Where is the proof that any world
Exists but theirs





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