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Silver falls like painted dolls they sit |
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Their endless days now done |
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In fields of fire their hearts retire |
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Dancing the China waltz |
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Their younger years touched by thoughts |
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Their time has surely come |
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With all their cares thrown away |
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On love of a secret waltz |
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Dance me the China Waltz |
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Under the Easter moon |
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They move in silence their bodies rise and fall |
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Overtaken in the breaking light of dawn |
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The hard release steals the peaceful dream |
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Then takes your breath away |
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But here behind where love is blind |
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The sound of the China Waltz |
