The rhythm of life courses through my being
And allowed to run wild my heart it’s freeing
The rhythm of life is the rhythm of my soul
It’s the beat of my heart that makes me whole
So following the rhythm of my own heart
Will find me a path, or at least its start
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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