Dancing Lady
There is a pretty lady
Who lives on my wall. All day she stays in a picture, And doesn't move at all.Then, when the starlight Drifts into the gloom, She steps down from the wall And dances 'round the room.
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Dancing Lady There is a pretty lady Who lives on my wall. All day she stays in a picture, And doesn't move at all.Then, when the starlight Drifts into the gloom, She steps down from the wall And dances 'round the room. |
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