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Dance to the music band.

Step up to the job with a stable hand.

Everything changes in the blink of an eye.

Now look at the years that have gone by.

No one knows what the future holds.

No one knows how many roads.

Take hold of the present and hang on tight.

Let worries of the future rest for the night.

What is to be will be,

and nothing can be done to change it,

by you or me.

Happier times would be just grand,

to step up and dance to the music band,