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one hundred and three
a one room apartment, number hundred and three not too big, maybe four hundred square feet. a view across the Charles into Back Bay. we walked two miles, to Inman Square and bought two light blue folding chairs. we carried them back as a rain began to fall. there would be happy times, there’d be sad times. the rain would fall, and the sun shine. the sun shine. tired of shared walls, we bought a house in JP you survived Harvard, I survived MIT. summers at the beach, in our blue folding chairs. well I’ve never had rhythm I’ve never had class still you enrolled us in ballroom dance another style of intimacy and romance. but then you got a fever maybe 103 oh, you cried from the pain of the punch biopsy the punch biopsy. and you said honey let’s go dancing, honey let’s go dancing, let’s go honey let’s go dancing, honey let’s go dancing, honey let’s go dancing, till we’re a hundred and three. you said, honey let’s go dancing, now honey let’s go dancing, honey let’s go dancing, it’s so entrancing, honey let’s go dancing, till we’re a hundred and three. ten years later, you’ve officially survived you say, now I know what it is to be alive you give yourself to serve those in need. but rain was lurking all too near if we’d known, we’d have run in fear. the gathering storm, quickly swept in. now I sit by your side on my blue folding chair I remember your eyes your laughter in the air, your laughter in the air. and I say honey let’s keep dancing, honey let’s keep dancing, honey let’s keep dancing, it’s so entrancing. honey let’s keep dancing, through eternity. I say, honey let’s keep dancing, honey let’s keep dancing, won't we honey let’s keep dancing, it’s so entrancing, honey let’s keep dancing, through eternity. all instruments and vocals glenn
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