Shadow Dancing
My shadow dances to the rhythm
of a lonely tune.
It dances gracefully and with love
though in a sad mood.
Tell me, my friend, how does she sway?
Is it slow and true?
Or exuberant and wild?
Does he love you as I loved you?
Does he care as I cared for you?
Does your shadow dance too, my love?
Look at my exciting dance,
do you see it in your dreams?
Does it give your conscience twirls?
Does its tune hum in your head?
'Twill be all in vain, my dear,
for now, my shadow has learned
to dance all by herself.
Now it's but a ghostly shadow
which you cannot attain.
It matters not for me
if your shadow dances in regret.
Go on and dance the dance of youth.
Let not your bones buckle under the strain.
I wish you peace and happiness,
but my shadow will continue
in the glimmer of moonlit nights,
to dance alone.
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