At thirty
beats per minute,
We thought
we had it all…
Fame, hot
style and dance moves,
Under the bright
mirrored ball.
Here is
where we fell in love,
We were the
dance floor’s show…
Holding hands,
we twirled here,
We spun a
year and then let go.
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