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A country dance was being held in a garden |
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I felt a bump and heard an "oh, beg your pardon," |
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Suddenly I saw polka dots and moonbeams |
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All around a pug-nosed dream |
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The music started and was I the perplexed one |
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I held my breath and said "may I have the next one?" |
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In my frightened arms, polka dots and moonbeams |
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Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream |
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There were questions in the eyes of other dancers |
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As we floated over the floor |
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There were questions, but my heart knew all the answers |
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And perhaps a few things more |
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Now in a cottage built of lilacs and laughter |
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I know the meaning of the words "ever after" |
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And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams |
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When I kiss that pug-nosed dream |
