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I remember the good old days, don't you? The days where pinball machines meant (and said) something, where audiences got swept up, |
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and supermodels got swept away to Malibu, not just once, |
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but twice. |
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When dancers found their dreams come true in moments yet to be. When being in each others arms took away all of their cares in the world, |
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when they knew there was no other place they belonged, |
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and when they knew that dreams really do come true. |
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And most importantly, when dancing in the rain meant promises, "when every second of my entire life has been leading up to this moment," and when one bride-to-be is certain to remind her husband, on their pre-honeymoon, that "love heals everything." |
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And finally, it was when Brenda assured Jax, "Please remember that our story has a happy ending." |
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That's what I remember! |
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