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The Dance I watch her sometimes in my dreams. The way she looks as she walks the floor. I sit at my table with my heart in my lap. She steals it away with a simple hello. Courage comes to ask for a dance. Now, here we are in each others arms gliding smoothly across the floor. Afterward we sit and chat, laughing and joking at this and that. Then I awake with a heavy heart because I know she will always be just a dream. |
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