time always comes to shrink.
like the time when we were young,
we always put the plates and danced to the song.
violin sings.
coins fling.
we aren't odd things.
cause we dance and sing.
today is another dance.
this city is our dance floor.
even crowd won't interference.
we know we want it more.
we know the queens and we found the queers.
some people are mean and some others cheer.
when the moon grins and sips the beer,
we know we what we win: another goodnight, dear.
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