The fact that your Cinderella is lost is a sad thought
but you're the one who bought,
the one way air stream
mimicking the the undercurrents beam,
Bright lights staging the scene you turns next.
So I call you this; Cinderella in the night
bring your love, on the wings of our dear Robin.
So that the Robin doesn't float off in stir of doves.
And he might remove his gloves to give you the last ball before the midnight strike
Kay L.A. Hali
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The fact that your Cinderella is lost is a sad thought but you're the one who bought, the one way air stream mimicking the the undercurrents beam, Bright lights staging the scene you turns next. So I call you this; Cinderella in the night bring your love, on the wings of our dear Robin. So that the Robin doesn't float off in stir of doves. And he might remove his gloves to give you the last ball before the midnight strike Kay L.A. Hali