To dance it requires two
Trying to hold something that wants to go
Is like trying to catch a falling flake of snow
It glimmers while it can but it will melt between your hands, you know
To keep something alive that wants to die
You teach the birds to swim, implore the fish to fly
But gills are made for water, and feathers for the sky
So I have to give up and understand
that this is something that surely soon will die
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