
If only the world would sing a better song,
I can contemplate dancing,
In rhythm, to watch the color explode,
And the sky rain down,
black and white,
So that when I waltz across the floor,
I am no longer alone,
And no longer mad,
But just another one of those, strangers,
Who fell from heaven,
And decided to stay.
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