Loins followed their own
Shadows,
Ran after each other,
For many, Many long year
Until
They turned grey!
Music mumbled in the ears
As voice trembled for million
Light-years, Then
Lions danced, Followed their voice
In a huge circle, One day in
One Day out!
Fresh air danced around,
Lions walked, Tired through
The helm; Dismayed, Looked
At each Other, Ready to dance
One more time
Under the sun for a last
Sundance!!
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