We dance beneath the place where angels tread
the stars are up there twinkling in the sky
but I would rather look at you instead
and wish upon the sparkle in your eye
The mournful trumpet singing in the night
tells sullen tales of lonely souls out there
it feels wrong while holding you so tight
and your soft cheek on mine seems so unfair
But if I'm friends with Fortune's random chance
just for a while, I'll gladly pay the debt
what do I owe for this exquisite dance?
though I pay dear, I never will forget
the lady causes heaven to descend
I only wish this song would never end
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