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Dance With Me by Lizzy Hardingham

 

That was the day that they walked to the top of the tower on their own

I lost my pack at the floor where a Wurlitzer played

I sat in a chair burnished gold for a couple of hours like a throne

Watching them waltzing on air made the fear in me fade

Leaving a trail of memories across the floor

A golden vignette framed everything that I saw

1 2 3, dance with me

4 5 6, they learnt the tricks of the trade in their day

But they’re fine, come dancing time

I watched from the sidelines, transfixed by the dance of the golden

Pairings of swans glided gracefully skimming the surface at midday

Swilring in cardies and corduroy slacks to the music they were beholden

Swaying through steps they learnt in their salad days

Turning in circles to wind back the clock on the wall

Nora and Iris and Albert were part of it all

1 2 3, dance with me

4 5 6, they learnt the tricks of the trade in their day

But they’re fine, come dancing time

Serenity comes to the ones who seek to empower

Dappled white hair of the ones dancing there in the tower

1 2 3, wont you dance with me

4 5 6, they took time just to learn the tricks of the trade 

On that day they were so fine, they gave a Twirl for a little lost girl

Beauty engraved on this memory of mine, of dancing time.

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