January 17, 2012
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A step, a twirl, a careless prance
then weaves a graceful, lavish turn
to spin a body. Elegance
and beauty, poise and avid burn
will spin and prance the night away
and dance on through the scarlet dawn.
This rhythm bent unto the day
now leaves the dancer bent and drawn;
tonight you dance with starry eyes
a bow in hair, your dress askew
and flapping like two butterflies
while flowing like the ocean blue.
A step, a twirl, a graceful bend,
we hope the night will never end.

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