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Turn %s the ballroom,
We dipping low dance pavilion,
With tender embrace in our hearts,
And as the night grows old.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So dipping low and play, friends,
With tender embrace filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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