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Ellie, My Dear, Won't You Dance?

by blueh00d

Oh sweet Ellie, My Dear, won't you dance? The floor, how it sings for your feet To the treble's array, your gown it will sway The visualist's golden retreat Time, he has long been awaiting The Night, he calls for your hand The powder is stained, for it's silver that's rained Oh sweet Ellie, we're drowning in sand The bell, she has made her last call Oh Night, how he grieves at lost chance People decay, but Time's here to stay Oh sweet Ellie, My Dear, won't you dance?
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Jul 27, 2014
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#life#dance#time#thoughts#night#dear#chance#sand#silver#powder
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