[The ballerina, he'll find, is now standing on the ground, away from its ice block. Its arms are still outstretched. Its eyes drip icy tears.
There's an old-time radio somewhere in here, and it starts playing a song that bounces softly off the mirrored walls of the ballroom.]
Darlin', I need you; lately I find you're out of my heart and I'm out of my mind. Let our hearts take wings 'round midnight, midnight, let the angels sing for your returning...
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There's an old-time radio somewhere in here, and it starts playing a song that bounces softly off the mirrored walls of the ballroom.]
Darlin', I need you; lately I find you're out of my heart and I'm out of my mind. Let our hearts take wings 'round midnight, midnight, let the angels sing for your returning...