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And they say that beauty is pain.

I thought of nothing else but you and how wonderful dancing could be.

And oh, how it rages.

Darling, we're just expendable.

Hey, little stranger, wait for me!

Your wallet feels so empty and light.

And next time that we meet I'll let you trace the lines.

Yet on the other side of town, in a beautiful, sparkling gown, I saw her with her hand lighting on his arm.

There lies a simply little flower holding on to all the power of time.

They'll leave behind their noble steeds for just another fall.