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Street Dance | ||
| We can hear the samba beat Penetrating summer heat As our neighbors stamp their feet To the band that's in the street. Young and old can join the fun, Lifting up their hearts as one When the music has begun 'Neath the scorching tropic sun. 'Tis a time when all can be Free of care and misery, Dancing, oh, so merrily In pursuit of destiny. | ||
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