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I always loved to dream, Of dancing in the moonlight. Twirling under the stars. Dipping                So                      Low, But held safe in his arms. A dress of red, Or maybe blue. Dancing, dancing, Step, one, two... Twisting and whirling, To no music at all, Just my body and his, "What could be more perfect than this?" But, Because I am unlovable, The 'Little Orphan Girl,' My dream will stay a dream. And I'll stay stuck, in my reality.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Dance, Dance.
I always loved to dream, Of dancing in the moonlight. Twirling under the stars. Dipping                So                      Low, But held safe in his arms. A dress of red, Or maybe blue. Dancing, dancing, Step, one, two... Twisting and whirling, To no music at all, Just my body and his, "What could be more perfect than this?" But, Because I am unlovable, The 'Little Orphan Girl,' My dream will stay a dream. And I'll stay stuck, in my reality.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
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