What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Dancin'
I keep on dancin', dancin'.
Nothing left to say, nothing left to do.
I find myself alone, I'm thinking just of you.
You got me dancin', dancin'.
Why don't you help me? Why don't you guide me?
Why don't you promise? To stand beside me.
There was a man in a foreign land,
In love with a woman that didn't understand.
Love is not a thing you command,
Love is something that keeps you and keeps you.
Dancin', dancin'.
Why don't you help me? Why don't you guide me?
Why don't you promise? To stand beside me.
I keep on dancin', dancin'.
Nothing left to say, nothing left to do.
I find myself alone, thinking just of you.
You've got me dancin', dancin'.
Why don't you help me? Why don't you guide me?
Why don't you promise? To stand beside me.
Dancin', dancin', dancin', you've got me, oh, help me!
Guide me, why don't you promise, to stand beside me.
Help me, oh!