If he had
Danced a slow foxtrot
She would not
Have vanished
Had he swayed
With the music
Never could he
Have forsaken her
But the rains came
With deafening voices
And the fires
Yet triumph
How foolish
Were they
If he had
Danced a slow foxtrot
She would not
Have vanished
Had he swayed
With the music
Never could he
Have forsaken her
But the rains came
With deafening voices
And the fires
Yet triumph
How foolish
Were they