He watches her, dancing in the confetti
Her hair littered with the contents of a paper shredder
Eyes alight with wonder, joy
She is a child again
And all he wants to do is push that confounded table out of the way.

He watches her, dancing in the confetti
Her hair littered with the contents of a paper shredder
Eyes alight with wonder, joy
She is a child again
And all he wants to do is push that confounded table out of the way.
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