The beat-
it nibbles at your feet;
you're turning into dust.
Look, if you must-
you're a whirlpool
when you dance.
You tempt it so;
yes, music knows of lust.
It drinks you neat.
Twice did you swirl,
once did it halt-
Time's unjust.
Dance, defeat the beat!
Let music teach you-
what it knows of lust.
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