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Turn %s romance,
We gracefully gliding crystal room,
With first dance in our hearts,
And as the night grows old.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where songs softly call,
The memory finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For time beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So gracefully gliding and sing, friends,
With first dance filling each day,
Till hearts guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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