The look on her face told me
That there was a chance
That before the night was over
That we'd get to share a dance
I met her in the middle
Out on the dance floor
Hoping in my heart
With her I'd dance some more
So, here we are again
Dancing on the same floor
Thirty five years later
I couldn't have asked for more
2-8-19/RjH
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