The wind softly drifting along The Caribbean sunrise As the day goes by things get slowerand more amusing Until, finally, in a sudden splash Of glory The night begins again
Wild, twisting, two-step, turning The yearning of young and old alike
The crickets begin with anxiety Muffled by darkness Ancient rites of voodoo are brought to mind In jungles, all things appear to be just what they are The spirit that lies within
Wild, twisting, two-step, turning The yearning of young and old alike
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