Slow dancing in the dark,
I can hear the song of a lark.
I can feel the echoes of your heart.
Slow dancing in the dark,
I can feel a magic spark.
Glide over a snow covered mountain peak.
Hear your soul speak.
Slow dancing in the dark,
I can feel your body heat, our hearts meet.
Our bodies groove with every move.
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