fall around the center
bringing knees to order
laid out on the winter
bring us to the Dancer
if ever we were better
the wind was ever bitter
out from places lower
laid out on the water
if Grace found a debtor
we found her in the fetter
dancing 'round the center
chains falling all the louder
melting snows of winter
pouring into water
the sun is shining brighter
with Grace no longer lesser
the Dancer and the sinner
are spinning 'round together
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