Dance
I fly, I soar, my lungs can't get air
The beauty, the freedom, it's beyond compare
I can't get enough, the joy overwhelms
Performance I live for, above all other realms
My feet may ache, my back may break
I may never dance again
My hips may scream, my posture might lean
But for all this I feel I win.
Nothing gets me going quite like this and I love this thrill
Nothing else is as important as dance and my indomitable will
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