To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance, Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree, While night comes on gently, Dark like me
To fling my arms wide, In the face of the sun, Dance! Whirl! Whirl ! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening... A tall, slim tree... Night coming tenderly, Black like me.
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