To All the Dancers of the World, A Round Form of Fantasy

You are ray of light
In the night sky
And you don't mind
When the light
Shines on your face

Baby I wouldn't mind
To be graced by
Your gentle smile
Took the eyes
That kissed you softly there

Promenade
Hold my hand
Wait for I'll get
My photograph
Our lives
In the snowy air

You're on your own
You're on your own
You're on your own
You're on your own



Credits
Writer(s): Sweet Trip
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