Firth [DDR]

Glowing, hot-stepping, stomping out beats,

Sliding electric across the machine,

Two bodies in unison flurry

Move smoothly through memory and instinct.

Was it a primal urge, a deep rhythm,

Epitome of a graceful human?

I saw her shake and the metal trembled

Everything emitted intensity,

Then the song ended, at least for them.

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