Dancing At The Ruins
Unknown


Take my hand
It shall be grand
I will swing you under the stars
As our bare feet grace the marble floor
Around us is only silence and the ancient Pillars
Your sweet scent of roses clashes with the smell of history
Your hair is lifted by the warm, silent winds
And it dances with the night
Your bold eyes wander without fright
We dance under the moonlight
In the ruins, in the dead of night.



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