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candlelit room
in my candlelit room I am in a meditation and total withdrawal
and I am travelling back, back, back in time with a sad sigh
I know what comes next and I want to weep with love
my dress a cloud of red chiffon flowing, flowing
you whisper I love you and I turn the page
back, back, I turn back the pages, pages
we swirl twirling and dipping perfectly
and my red chiffon dress is beautiful
kiss me is your whisper as we dance
your strong arms holding me tight
we are spinning, spinning
the music roaring loudly
and you are fading
our hands slipping
then our fingertips
and still we are spinning
until you are gone and I am alone
yet the music goes on and on
and in my candlelit room, I take a deep breath . . .
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Constance La France
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