Cinderrella

As you ran away into the darkness under the moonlight
Galloping footsteps gave me a fright
I would think to myself
Who can I be?
The glass shoe you left behind is still stifying
We danced we laughed we had a ball
But at the stroke of midnight my heart would fall
Wjy did you leave
What could be wrong
Looking at this shoe I wonder
Could you be the one?
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