NIGHTTIME DANCES
People dance every night
in my room
without their smile
But what's in a dance, my dear?
What's in a dance?
People cry every night
beside my bedroom window
without a sound
But what's in a dream, my son?
What's in a dream?
People could say: I'm a hypocrite
But hypocrite as what it is
Is not the word you know
Word can be word
But human can be something else
So, people dance every night
above my head
still without their smile
But what's your fear, honey?
What's your biggest fear?
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