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The clock can’t strike thirteen. Midnight’s chimes are the last call. Cinderella hears the tolling and runs Fleeing Leaving The prince on the dance floor With only a memory
We danced and danced Until I floated away, I remembered the dream Like it was yesterday. He fought for me, With all of his might,  We traveled so far, All day and all night. 
The smell of cookies fills the air, And viewers rush to find a chair. The curtain rises, stage is set Nothing moves onstage as of yet. So let me introduce to you
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