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Her crimson dress strokes the parquet
making it look so easy just like a sway
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Her palm presses into his
and you would think she’s no longer a Ms.
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His right hand curves around her back
pulling her closer to get a whiff of lilac
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Their eyes and silent smiles beam
not letting awed whispers break this dream
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Silky rose petals brush up against their feet
composing a lip lock oh so sweet
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She rests her head on his broad shoulder
and allows him to be her heart’s holder
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He gives her a spin as the clock strikes midnight
hoping to see her one day in white
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It is the dances of dances
full of classical romances
where only love takes chances