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Metronome,
| an even balance |
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gently rocking |
| from side to side. |
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You thought that I |
| would match your pace, |
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follow your lead, |
| that I would drone |
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your slow monotone |
| and I |
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have played along |
| so far. |
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But I |
| will live to see |
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your balance break, |
| your rhythm crumble, |
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your steady pace |
| slowly dissolve. |
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And when your clicks |
| no longer echo |
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and when your arm |
| no longer swings |
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my hands |
| will still |
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be playing. |
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© Brian Michalowski, 1994. All rights reserved.