“I danced along a colored wind/
Dangled from a rope of sand”
Tom Waits (1949) American singer-songwriter and actor
Source: Lyrics of Tom Waits: The Early Years, 1971-1983
“Autumn colors remind us we are all one dancing in the wind.”
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do not sound poorer but clearer,
recalling our agony, and the way we danced.”
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