It was at the dance where you led me to a night of magical romance. You took my hand, and I followed your lead and off into our own little world we twirled. You were my prince charming and I was your princess, and all my wildest dreams came true on that dance floor. We danced for hours but at the stroke of twelve you had to go, and our own Cinderella story began to unfold. Although you were the one who had to rush home, I begged you not to go. But with a kiss, you said you said you'd be back soon and packed your car and headed to down the road. Come back soon, I miss the dance. And of course, You.
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