Capital charm
A sweet voice and smile
Pierced by vivid dances
Counting each as rings on lips
But the circus tent will rise
And the candle lights will fall

It started with a passionate beat
Unyielding, undying so satisfying a feat
They say it started with a passion
A passionate beat and it grew into stomping
They started stomping their feet

The circus called their veins
Blood poured down the telephone lines
They say the circus called their blood
Their blood enthralled their passion
And their passion began to beat

The candle lights burned away
And those torches,
Those torches began to sway
And on the way,
On the way began the circus

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