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They dance about, without a care

Top hat he dons, ribbons in her hair

Elegantly dressed, they spin and they twirl

She with her man, and he with his girl

He smiles when she giggles, her face so fair

She’s shy when he does, they make quite the pair

Yet, no one can see them, nor hear a sound

Of music that plays, from that place, underground

No matter to them, they don’t care if you do

The owl can hear them, til they bid it adieu


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