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Grand Ball
It was the day of the grand ball.
There was a fancy hall and a golden chandelier.
The hall was full of people of all kinds.
Women in dresses,paper fans.
And gentlemen in fancy suits.
As the music plays,everyone sways.
To the music,to the beat.
Everyone danced with their partners,moving to the beat.
Couples swaying,symphony playing.
And all of the lovely things your lover is saying.
As all couples began to prance.
They swayed and began to dance.
Arriving to the grand ball.
In the fancy,decorated musical hall.
It was an event you won't forget.
You dream of it and don't regret.
Her movements,graceful and smooth.
His movements,synchronized to her movements.
Hand in hand,hand on waist.
As you hold her tight at the waist.
Together,you begin to sway.
To the movements and beat all day.
You don't waste any time.
You twirl her and she looks just fine.
As you look deeply into her eyes.
You can't help but realise how deep they are.
Blue eyes like the skies.
And brown eyes like chocolate you can't deny.
You spread your wings and fly.
Couples swaying,going sky high.
This ball is like cloud nine.
You dance and feel just fine.
You will remember this ball all this time.
And classical music begins to chyme.
As I wear my blue dress,he held me close.
Him in a suit and everybody knows.
I sense a lovely scent.
Of daisies,roses.
My favorite scent of all.
I found it yet again at this ball.
He gave me a bouquet of roses with butterflies.
And I took in their scent.
Classical music in the background ascend.
If I had to choose a moment to stay in forever.
I might choose a moment we are together.
Couples kept dancing at the ball.
And explored together the mystical hall.
This ball is the ultimate event.
Whether it's in my head or in my hand.
It gives you will to defend.
Everything you love and want to protect.
Oh,this mystical ball.
I'm fascinated by your garden of roses.
You were in my head,yet the memory never decomposes.
I will save it in my heart.
And heal my broken heart.
Oh,such a mystical ball.
I feel swoon and begin to fall.
Your magic stands high and tall.
I will remember your dance floor.
And cherish it as one shall.
There was a fancy hall and a golden chandelier.
The hall was full of people of all kinds.
Women in dresses,paper fans.
And gentlemen in fancy suits.
As the music plays,everyone sways.
To the music,to the beat.
Everyone danced with their partners,moving to the beat.
Couples swaying,symphony playing.
And all of the lovely things your lover is saying.
As all couples began to prance.
They swayed and began to dance.
Arriving to the grand ball.
In the fancy,decorated musical hall.
It was an event you won't forget.
You dream of it and don't regret.
Her movements,graceful and smooth.
His movements,synchronized to her movements.
Hand in hand,hand on waist.
As you hold her tight at the waist.
Together,you begin to sway.
To the movements and beat all day.
You don't waste any time.
You twirl her and she looks just fine.
As you look deeply into her eyes.
You can't help but realise how deep they are.
Blue eyes like the skies.
And brown eyes like chocolate you can't deny.
You spread your wings and fly.
Couples swaying,going sky high.
This ball is like cloud nine.
You dance and feel just fine.
You will remember this ball all this time.
And classical music begins to chyme.
As I wear my blue dress,he held me close.
Him in a suit and everybody knows.
I sense a lovely scent.
Of daisies,roses.
My favorite scent of all.
I found it yet again at this ball.
He gave me a bouquet of roses with butterflies.
And I took in their scent.
Classical music in the background ascend.
If I had to choose a moment to stay in forever.
I might choose a moment we are together.
Couples kept dancing at the ball.
And explored together the mystical hall.
This ball is the ultimate event.
Whether it's in my head or in my hand.
It gives you will to defend.
Everything you love and want to protect.
Oh,this mystical ball.
I'm fascinated by your garden of roses.
You were in my head,yet the memory never decomposes.
I will save it in my heart.
And heal my broken heart.
Oh,such a mystical ball.
I feel swoon and begin to fall.
Your magic stands high and tall.
I will remember your dance floor.
And cherish it as one shall.
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