Twirling
as
if
in
the
glittering
light
of
day
in
the
midst
of
the
smoky
night
as
you
talk
with
me
dance
with
me
and
hold
me
as
we
move
in
a
whirl
of
purest
delight
in
a
wave
of
happy
times
I
wish
to
repeat
again
and
again
until
we
know
nothing
but
the
comforting
hum
of
our
swirled
souls
and
want
for
nothing
more
On the stairwell in Decatur, Texas |
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