I've been meaning to dance for a while with you,
30 centuries, to me more accurate.
They say, one should be precise in communicating.
Feelings, my estranged one, are a peculiar thing,
Made of red flowery forms in stone and sand.
How precise can a craftsman possibly be,
With all those wonders around him?
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