As they waltzed in the throng to and fro,
Still she followed his lead everywhere,
Keeping time to the music's sweet flow, -
Every motion as light as the air.
Half in jest, half in earnest, she said:
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"Did you never consider it strange,
That in waltzing a woman is led,
And can yield her sweet will at each change ?"
"To be frank, that is strange," he replied ;
"But is not this true, now confess,
That ofttimes when your will is denied,
In the end you gain more and not less ?"
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