These spotlights
Those glaring lights.
That roar, loud
That cheer from the crowd,
All from a leap year to a leap year.
That glamour
to die for,
That bling
to which eyeballs cling,
All from a leap year to a leap year.
That pride,
Which dictates your stride.
Wearing a satin sash,
Posing to the camera flash,
This moment's glory,
The world's talking your story.
But everything lasts only,
From a leap year to a leap year.
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