Part 1
The dancers hear the music in their heads, in their faces, in their minds.
And do I you, my oh my that digital spit
Yeah river deep, mountain next level visual shit
If I lose you would I cry I got that boom boom pow
Oh I love you baby baby baby baby dancing under a starry night, moonlight sky
how the beat
Bang, boom boom pow “love thy neighbor” is a hypocrisy, “know thyself” us utopian but
more acceptable, for it embraces wickedness
I you baby like a flower loves the spring I like that boom boom pow
I love you baby just like the robin loves sing them chickens jackin’ my style
Part 2
The dancers hear the musicn Mr. Khatami, an ayatollah who came from their minds
And do I love you my oh my river deep mous he has not shown signs of being
If I lost you would I cenior scholar at Columbia University who runs website called
Gulf 2000
Just how far Mr.
Oh I love you baby banother unanswered question—
The bang, boom boom he demands for change to yield results, he said
I you baby like a flowiances. In the earlier uprisings it was basically
That boom boom by both the religious hard-liners and the more
I love you baby just like agmatists and the reformists have joined forces
Jackin’ my style.
Part 3: Final Draft
The dancers hear the musician Mr. Khatami, an ayatollah who came from their minds…
Speaking
“And do I love you my river deep mouse?
Oh yeah.”
If he has not shown any signs of being lost, you—a senior scholar at Columbia
University, who runs a website called Gulf 2000…
Just how far Mr. oh-I-love-you-baby, by another unanswered question (the bang, boom, boom) would he demand for change to yield results?
He said, “I love you baby,” with flowing nuances.
In the earlier uprisings it was basically that same boom boom, by both the religious hard-liners, and the more pragmatists and reformists forces—jackin’ my style!
--Justine
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