The End Of The Story

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Folded my arm through
the elbow of yours
but I can't feel you there anymore
I am dancing with your shadow
you have turned into a ghost

though you are so close beside
I feel space empty and wide

you turned me round in a circle
made me dizzy and let me fall
I no longer recognize you
I want to leave this masquerade ball

what lies behind your smile
I once believed in foolishly
now I look up into your eyes
but all I see is the sky