Waltz with her
See her waltz
Strauss
Lonely I look around
In break I approach
She approves.
Mid in height
I bow and we start
Rink is large
And we waltz
Her motions wows my heart.
Now in car
I watch her from far
Too slow as if ant
On ground she drags
Those two legs
Ouch; it hurts
She turned young once again
Fact is that we are old
I saw me in mirror
And she was over there
Mirage is fantastic.
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