He waits for the pulse of tempo to shift
‘Til fast becomes trance and he offers a hand
Reaching for her as she reaches for him
Drifting entwined at the music’s command
She loses her grasp and knows it won’t last
As harder she clings to the soft leather coat
Willing her dream to soar or to crash
And slips in his pocket goodbye on a note
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