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Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne!

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While his off-heel, insidiously aside,
Provokes the caper which he seems to chide.

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But O, she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day,
Is half so fine a sight.

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Dance light, for my heart it lies under your feet, love.

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Jack shall pipe, and Jill shall dance.

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One you have danced, you always dance.

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Dance to the song of life.

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The truest expression of people is in its dance and in its music. Bodies never lie.

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We are dancing on a volcano.

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My dancing days are done.

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