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The Slow Dance, of what does it make you think? Of summer dresses, ice tea and lemonade Of ballrooms and masquerades The Slow Dance, it has a deliberate movement, does it not? In time you must roll hand in hand Like lovers cheek to cheek lost in forgotten land The Slow Dance, but is it a dance? A waltz, a trot, and a rag time step You feel  secrets that no one knows you've kept The Slow Dance, surely you see what I mean? Gravely, I know not what is in store To end is to begin and find out once more The Slow Dance, why do only a few take part? It is meant for one but not for all Yet many take their step, stutter, and fall The Slow Dance, when does it end? Through pain and sorrow of a heavy heart When it is all too great, you must step apart The Slow Dance, but how long does it take? Over in a moment, a decision of rash The end can be long or just a flash Ah yes, The Slow Dance is not a dance at all Just an isolated path sauntered alone The means to end only a few have shown
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
The Slow Dance
The Slow Dance, of what does it make you think? Of summer dresses, ice tea and lemonade Of ballrooms and masquerades The Slow Dance, it has a deliberate movement, does it not? In time you must roll hand in hand Like lovers cheek to cheek lost in forgotten land The Slow Dance, but is it a dance? A waltz, a trot, and a rag time step You feel  secrets that no one knows you've kept The Slow Dance, surely you see what I mean? Gravely, I know not what is in store To end is to begin and find out once more The Slow Dance, why do only a few take part? It is meant for one but not for all Yet many take their step, stutter, and fall The Slow Dance, when does it end? Through pain and sorrow of a heavy heart When it is all too great, you must step apart The Slow Dance, but how long does it take? Over in a moment, a decision of rash The end can be long or just a flash Ah yes, The Slow Dance is not a dance at all Just an isolated path sauntered alone The means to end only a few have shown
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
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