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It was the first time I saw her Walking past empty sidewalks My hands were cold, the night was young I found myself entering a crowded room It was loud and everyone smelled the same I shoved my hands in my pocket Back against the wall, head lowering slowly But then I saw something  Someone* It was the first time I saw her She was dancing  I can't stop looking at her I was mesmerized By her hands, the way she moved It felt real Everything was perfect, beautiful  It happened really fast I didn't want her to stop I didn't want this moment to pass I didn't want to die
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
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It was the first time I saw her Walking past empty sidewalks My hands were cold, the night was young I found myself entering a crowded room It was loud and everyone smelled the same I shoved my hands in my pocket Back against the wall, head lowering slowly But then I saw something  Someone* It was the first time I saw her She was dancing  I can't stop looking at her I was mesmerized By her hands, the way she moved It felt real Everything was perfect, beautiful  It happened really fast I didn't want her to stop I didn't want this moment to pass I didn't want to die
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
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