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In Him I Cling; The lover's Swing. His eyes Blinked, Smelling a lover's Stink, What's the Link?
Dancing on the Ball; To Him she Falls, Like Cinderella she Stalls, trying to stop the time and All... Her fairies then, she Calls.
Looking at the clock on the Wall, She suddenly feels so Small, She has to flee and be free. But contantly thinking about staying with a love she doesn't have. Her death is near but with him her heart shall live.
