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Live For Today
Suspended In Time, Part 4

We've only been here a few weeks
And some of the rules have taken a little getting used to
But we're adjusting
There's a really great club just off base
The music's terrific, and their dance floor's something else
I've danced with so many soldiers I've lost count
I am having such a great time
We dance the night away
Then go our separate ways
No promises, no committments, no ties
And I like it that way
I don't want to be tied down to any one man
It's so much more fun to play the field
Of course, my family would be horrified
But what they don't know can't hurt me
Right?
Anyway, we're at war
There's no guarantee for tomorrow
So I intend to live for today

The World Stood Still
Suspended In Time, Part 5

This was just to be another night out dancing
There was no special feeling in the air
No premonition of coming destiny
I'd been at the club for an hour or so
Danced with a dozen or more soldiers
I was sitting at a table, taking a breather
And suddenly my eyes were drawn to the door
As if by a magnet
And when I turned to look
My eyes locked with his
And the world stood still
I rose, and started walking towards him
And he met me half way
When he took me in his arms, I never wanted to leave
So I didn't
We danced, the two of us, until closing time
And agreed to meet again the following night
And so it was every night from then on

Music Of The Heart
Suspended In Time, Part 6

Any thoughts I'd had of playing the field disappeared
I lived only to be with him
We never missed a night dancing
We would spend hours in each other's arms
Gently moving in time with the music
Or sometimes moving in time with our hearts
Listening to music no one else could hear
We learned all there was to know of each other
He was in the Army Air Corps, a pilot
This was his first time away from home, too
Of course, his family was proud of him
While mine still berated me
We fell deeper and deeper in love with each passing day
And we were both filled with wonder
That such a magical thing should happen to us
When he would leave on a mission
I would hold my breath until his return
But return, he always did

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