Darwin Henry Beuning - The Dance

We are all puppets on strings
Dancing a madding dance

Laugh, Beuning, Laugh

A complex puppet with hundreds of strings
Controlling every move

Laugh, Beuning, Laugh

The puppet master is in control
From the moment of birth until we go

Laugh, Beuning, Laugh

Darwin Henry Beuning

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