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The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews, Not to be born is the best for man; The second-best is a formal order, The dance’s pattern; dance while you can.
Dance, dance, for the figure is easy, The tune is catching and will not stop; Dance till the stars come down from the rafters; Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
W. H. Auden, 1936
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