I had a dream once,
Of a horse-drawn carriage on a snowy path.
And a ballroom,
people dancing around me,
swirling skirts,
Colors,
Silk, Satin, Velvet,
Music and art.
You were waiting for me on top of a grand staircase,
And you took my hand, and you smiled, and we danced,
And that was enough.
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