| ELLA
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| He was tall, very tall
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| And his eyes were clear and blue
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| He was slim, very slim
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| In his coat of snowy hue
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| When he walked across the ballroom floor
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| He was like a thing divine
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| And all the ladies turned their heads
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| And naturally I turned mine
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| The chandeliers were shooting stars;
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| The drums and horns and soft guitars
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| Were sounding more like nightingales;
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| The window curtains blew like sails;
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| And I was floating just above the floor
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| Feeling slightly taller than before
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| He was tall, very tall
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| And his eyes were clear and blue… |