Dance with me, here, tonight. Beneath the faded pink glow of fairies pirouetting across their dusky garden stage, alongside twinkling stars spilling and holding secrets with us the way waves do with the shore, atop a stained carpet littered with good intention. Darling, we can be anyone or anything we can dream, if only you'll dance with me, here, tonight. In this makeshift land of hopeless romantics and half remembered ideas.
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