Dancerswe are dancers of life dancers of lightour dances are danced with or without our livesso we danceand take to the knifefor the dancer of life she mirrors the skyshe raises her eyes forever too highthey widethen suffer the lightI dance with a knife throw my head back and cry for I see myself there, lit up in the sky and I cutI cut out my eyesa dancer is blind but he feels his knife how sharp and cold it mirrors his life he criesmay I come up, up to the sky?you dance in the sky your dance is divineyou hang so high in the ropes of lightbut you wishwish for a knifesee the dancers alignas the curt
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