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The Dead are dancing,
swooping down with joy.
They love Oasis.
Florida belongs to them.
They rule the night.
Lightning follows in their wake.
Thunder blows its trumpet.
We bow to their might.
You can see the joy
in the curl of the wave.
THE DEAD GAME
SUSANNE LEIST 
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