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You remember the hall on the corner	A
To night as I walked down street	B
I heard the sound of music	C
And the rhythmic beat and beat	B
In time to the pulsing measure	A
Of lightly tripping feet	B
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And I turned and entered the doorway	D
It was years since I had been there	E
Years and life seemed altered	F
Pleasure had changed to care	E
But again I was hearing the music	C
And watching the dancers fair	E
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And then as I stood and listened	G
The music lost its glee	H
And instead of the merry waltzers	I
There were ghosts of the Used to be	H
Ghosts of the pleasure seekers	I
Who once had danced with me	H
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Oh 'twas a ghastly picture	A
Oh 'twas a gruesome crowd	J
Each bearing a skull on his shoulder	A
Each trailing a long white shroud	J
As they whirled in the dance together	A
And the music shrieked aloud	J
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As they danced their dry bones rattled	K
Like shutters in a blast	L
And they stared from eyeless sockets	I
On me as they circled past	L
And the music that kept them whirling	M
Was a funeral dirge played fast	L
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Some of them wore their face cloths	I
Others were rotted away	D
Some had mould on their garments	I
And some seemed dead but a day	D
Corpses all but I knew them	N
As friends once blithe and gay	D
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Beauty and strength and manhood	O
And this was the end of it all	P
Nothing but phantoms whirling	M
In a ghastly skeleton ball	P
But the music ceased and they vanished	Q
And I came away from the hall	P

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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