Clumsy dancer, I
The two left feet that define my life
My time upon this dance floor
Stumbling, laughing
A joyous dance from cradle to grave
Each dance ends, we clap for more
Whirling and twirling
instep, out of step, lovers and fiends
For just to dance is the thing
No wall flower allowed
Together we drift on the rhythm
Let us raise our voices, sing!
Clumsy musician, I
Fingers play on unfamiliar string
Still these songs so sweetly ring
Sopping, restarting
a hesitant melody
To this, our voices give wing
We sing many songs
Aria here, a child's ditty there
Our note and sound harmonize
Stanza and chorus
all blending to one perfect note
All our songs, we synthesize
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