Let shadows fade, on smoke they're swayed,
While joy is made,
Dance, friend, a feast, joy-made, displayed.
Life's a sweet haze, a heady maze,
Or a bleak phase,
Come, friends, embrace, one single craze:
To live, to die, then why the fear?
Dance, lads, so near! Dance, lads, so near!
Dance, lads, so near! Dance, lads, so near!
Dance, lads, so near! Dance, lads, so near!
Dance, lads, so near! Dance, lads, so near!
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