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There is a spirit dancing through the night. Do you see her? Do you see her foggy trail, like mist in the morning, flickering underneath the lonely lantern? I know that you know what I’m talking about. Everybody saw her. She’s the daughter of the night. She’s the child of your sorrow. She’s always there and not there. Always visible but hiding. Maybe it’s the darkness of the night… Maybe it’s your steamed up vision… Maybe it’s your cautious dreaming… Maybe your just not trying hard enough...
Run. Dance on your one. Become the spirit.
And you will be free…

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