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I realized I'm wasting time
Rememb'rin' days when you were mine
At seventeen you could't knowyou should't break a heart and gowithout a single glance behind.
It was a strange and lonely place
The crowd all dressed in silk and lace
A thousand ladies danced in style
I saw a long forgotten smile
A half-remembered angles face
She was my lovely ballerina
Yesshe wasyou know she was
My ballerinaballerina
Yesshe wasyou know she was
I tried to find you in the crowd
I heard them call your name out loud
The mandolines played our refrain
My broken heart recalled again
When you were young and I was proud.
And once again I'm wasting time
Rememb'rin' days when you were mine. . .
She was my lovely ballerina. . .
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