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Dancing Palms | ||
| The palms are swaying to and fro. They're dancing just for me. They haven't anywhere to go Nor anything to see. They're happy just to flutter there As if in deepest trance. They have no care for what they wear So long as they can dance. The fronds reflect the golden rays, So happy they're alive. They clap their hands in grateful praise And every year survive. | ||
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