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Hear, then, the waltz, by lounge musicians played
As, holding pint in hand, she sips her beer.
Here women dress in garb of long past year
Here the pros dance and know not love or hate,
Here, the centre cleared for dancers bold,
across the wide room in dizzying circles whirled
Here in coy masks and garb of younger girl
Faces, but not hearts, return to days of old.
Play on til dawn, O band, that we, upright
Poised on perilous point so fast may twirl,
'Til bed may play the game we all love so,
Its rules well known by all in sight,
From hardened pro to stooping fiftyish girl;
All, waking, tho, will to their day jobs go.
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