I'm dancing in a dream
light as feathered air
spinning on the ceiling
just like Fred Astaire
I'm young and strong again
but I could never dance
something in the moonlight
has but me in a trance
dancing in the dewdrops
outside my windowsill
the stars above are swirling
the night is cool and still
I think I know the meaning
the message crystal clear
so I will keep on dancing
there is nothing I must fear
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