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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
