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Jan 2016
1, 2, 3...
1, 2, 3...
We dance around the room
Our feet speaks with the music
My hands in yours
Stop a second
You twirl me now
Then catch me safely
I listen to no sound
The room now empty
But you and me
Twirls me again
So you can see
With each step we make
Each breath we take
Is to the music
1, 2, 3...
1, 2, 3...*
Now we take our bow
For this was your last dance
As it was my last as well
Written by
WiltingMoon
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