The Last Dance
Welcome, love, to the Devil's Masquerade. Take my hand and follow me to the Twilight Parade. Let your fantasies soar and your nightmares take flight! Save me the final dance; I'll put a curse on you at midnight.
Come, come, my lonely Cinderella, and I'll spirit you away to a place where the fairies cry and the ghosts come out to play.

Come, come, my lonely Cinderella, and I'll spirit you away to a place where the fairies cry and the ghosts come out to play.

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