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Young man, put away the gun

Dancing is much more fun


You may be confused of mind

Facing life, sometimes unkind


Your family lost in the quake

Devastation of a mighty shake


Bliss was never known to arise

From the bent act of suicide


Our maker exhorts us to abide

For undying on the other side


With fidelity, woes waltz away

Frolicking the creator’s way


As well, mid myriad ethnicity

Fox-trotting fetches festivity


Young man put away the gun

Daily dancing is unending fun


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