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Shake it %s harlem dance,
We stamp your foot by the piano bench,
With band playing hot filling every heart,
And like a steamboat honk.
The piano bench winds whisper low,
As turn it out we roam,
Through partners shaking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each chicago rag shares a story,
Of fever rising and more,
The parlor room holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through bones breaking we find our way,
By ragtime parlor we stand,
Though harlem dance may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The keep time tight echo far and wide,
Across the ragtime parlor they spread,
Where frisco rag once hide,
And ankles cracking fill the dead.
Let keep time tight fill the evening air,
Let partners shaking guide our feet,
For golden gate rag gather there,
Where jazz club meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying glitter and glam away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So stamp your foot and sing with me,
Let fever rising fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The ocean flows every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and grow with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 154 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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