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 Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
 And closely their hands together are press'd;
  And soon read more 
 Twelve dancers are dancing, and taking no rest,
 And closely their hands together are press'd;
  And soon as a dance has come to a close,
   Another begins, and each merrily goes. 
 Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who 
could not hear the music.  
 Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who 
could not hear the music. 
 This dance of death which sounds so musically
 Was sure intended for the corpse de ballet.  
 This dance of death which sounds so musically
 Was sure intended for the corpse de ballet. 
Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad
Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad
 A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
 Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
  Soft eyes look'd love read more 
 A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
 Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
  Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
   And all went merry as a marriage bell. 
 And the dancing has begun now,
 And the dancers whirl round gaily
  In the waltz's giddy mazes,
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 And the dancing has begun now,
 And the dancers whirl round gaily
  In the waltz's giddy mazes,
   And the ground beneath them trembles. 
 What! the girl I adore by another embraced?
 What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste?
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 What! the girl I adore by another embraced?
 What! the balm of her breath shall another man taste?
  What! pressed in the dance by another's man's knee?
   What! panting recline on another than me?
    Sir, she's yours; you have pressed from the grape its fine blue,
     From the rosebud you've shaken the tremulous dew;
      What you've touched you may take. Pretty waltzer--adieu! 
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never read more
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.
My dancing days are done.
My dancing days are done.