Swing swing
Your swaying dress.
Dressed as a princess,
Crowned of love.
Stars stars
are sighting sights.
Of a kingdom
And a queen.
Chimming chimes
The ringing tunes.
Songs of salsa
And of yearn,
Of a dance
To never rest,
Two hearts meeting
For a first.
Echo echo
Match the pace,
Maybe once
Is all there was,
Say them early
Those three words.
For the daybreak
Steals such charm!
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