The Dancer

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Make-up is on, she’s painted like a doll,
The curtain starts to open, she hopes she won’t fall.
The music starts slowly, the dance begins,
As the music gets louder, the more she falls in.
Into the steps and into the beats,
Without even thinking, her body follows her feet,
To the end of the song, to the end of the dance.
Her slow, graceful movements leave the audience in a trance.
The applause begins and she bows for the crowd,
and the judges step up to present her with the crown.





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