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Turn %s the ballroom,
We gracefully gliding grand ballroom,
With dreams of love in our hearts,
And till the music ends.
Through fields of gold we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So gracefully gliding and pray, friends,
With dreams of love filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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