My dance
the music playsi take a step
it is my turn to dance
the music keeps playing
my love is in the crowd
i close my eyes
the past flys in
were in a field
we sing with the wind
his hand in mine
his hand is slipping
just hold on
he falls
my love knows nothing
nothing but the smell of flowers
I hear the wind
his voice
tears run down our face as our eyes meet
he holds me in his arms
he tells me he is sorry
'i love you' he cries
my dance ends
but my love continues
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