Bonfires dot the roling hill side Figures dance around and around To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness Moving to the pagan sound Somewhere in a hidden memory Images float before my eyes Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires And dancing till the next sunrise I can see lights in the distance Trembling in the dark cloak of night Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing A waltz on
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