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His hands are warm on my waist
My hands look different and misplaced I look into his eyes which shine Like the lights above our twine Our dance is jumbled and snafu But That's ok, I say, Because I'm with you We dance till the song ends Then he bends And I reach Our lips meet The lights above us seem to explode The floor below us seems to erode This moment could last forever In the clouds with him, I wish would end never
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