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A Wall Flower

 I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain
While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane

My spirit rises to the music's beat;
There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet!
To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet.
Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here, In other ages, on another sphere, I danced with you, and you with me, my dear.
In perfect motion did our bodies sway, To perfect music that was heard alway; Woe's me, that am so dull of foot to-day! To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet; My spirit rises to the music's beat-- But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet!

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