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She feels almost ecstacy,
When jumping in the crowd,
All of her riends watched closely,
The singer started to shout.

She had waited this for about a year,
Now she's almost in a trance,
When her sight started to disappear,
She never stopped to dance.

Final chorus echoes,
What she never heard,
Had her last respires,
And felt to the dirt.

"Don't worry, she just fainted"
She'll be okay, 'though it infuriates,
that what she would've wanted,
was to hear her favorites.