| 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 pugnosed 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 pugnosed dream
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| There were questions in the eyes of all the 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 always see polka dots and moonbeams
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| When I kiss the pugnosed dream! |