The first
special dance
On her
wedding day
With her new
husband
In his arms
she’d stay
The second
was with
Her father
no longer
Daddy’s
little girl
Atop the
tips of
His toes she
would dance
Always her
first love
As their
song was playing
And the
lights were dimmed
Not a sound
was heard
But her
softly crying
He was now
in Heaven
Great his
wings of feather
She knew he
was wishing
This dance
she remembered
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