They danced all night... but it seemed to her like only a few minutes until the clock struck and it was time to retire. How could she go to sleep when she felt this way? So alive... so full of life and energy!
The End of the Ball by Rogelio de Egusquize Or perchance... when the last little star has left the sky, shall we still be together with our arms around each other, and shall you be my new romance? On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen, shall we dance, shall we dance, shall we dance?