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Walk steep stairs, See noone cares. Falling, stumbling, Shouting, mumbling. See the goldfish in the glass Walk through wet grass Hear the moon cry and sing Smell the beginning of spring Walk into the spiritual dance Opening feelings, a first glance Feel the rhythm, cheeks aglow Feet losing the ground below Hurry, no goldfish nor sheep No rest, no calm, no sleep Screaming and hitting the ground The music has a hollow sound Close the eyes and still see Walk the grass, smell the tea The rhythm is beating again Feelings and music in every vein Walk into the spiritual dance Moving in slow trance Feel ecstasy, feel the ca