Dance
Dancing barefoot on the hardwood floor
makes my heart beat more and more
As I feel the rhythm throughout my body
There is no doubt dance is my hobby
Passion is the key and as I move my body
from one side to another as gentle as the sea
I know that no one can ever recreate me
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