You're spinning.
You're playing.
You invite yourself into the forest with the wind.
You're playing.
You're worried.
When you're pining in the branches at night.
You're fluttering,
You're playing,
In the dance of passion, you melt like a candle...
But you'll never guess
And in each new dance you resurrect
Dancing with an elf
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