To all those who run fast in life...

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Turn Around and Dance

Just slow down a bit
Turn around and dance.
Don’t hurry too fast.
The music you wanna dance on,
May not forever last.
Just slow down a bit
Turn around and dance.

Why try uselessly?
You can’t overtake yourself.
So play your part,
Rest a bit, rise to a trance.
Slow down a bit
Turn around and dance.
Don’t be too fast
For, the music may not last.

Jack left you and you left Lynn
In life’s path, forlorn a kin.
Don’t you think you’re running too fast?
Just wait and think,
The music won’t last.

Enjoy every moment,
Give life a chance.
Slow down a bit
Turn around and dance.

Comments

Manu Sharma said…
it reminds me of dat song by spice gurls "stop"...dunno y.....itz gr8 wen it says.......slow down a bit...music won t last.....u can t overtake urself..so rest a bit......
May 6, 2009 at 11:12 AM
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