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She glides through the doorway The dimly lit room turns bright Walking up to the stage She’s going to play her music tonight Putting down my cold glass I Stop looking at an empty chair I turn around, and I watch The lady throw back her hair She appeared like a distant dream I felt the excitement start That sweet lady’s music Was captivating my heart, my heart She dances to the rhythm While she’s swinging her violin bow A crowd comes together Around her, she’s the star of the show She slides toward my table Gives a wiggle and sends me a wink Blows a kiss my way, and I catch it As I raise my drink She appears in my distant dreams Every day we’re apart That sweet lady’s music Captivated my heart, my heart The band packs up, it’s getting late And it’s time to close I ask where the lady went But nobody knows Stepping down from the stage, she turned around To throw back her hair And then she slipped through that doorway Into the cold night air
[This message has been edited by Kaley Willow (edited 06-08-2006).]
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