The Dance Of Perfection

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I look up and I see the lights.

Although I know its there i can't hear the shouts.

At the moment i can't remember anything,

But then that first note hits and my body begins to flow.

I turn and leap and my heart pounnds to the beat.

As I rise, fall, and run my smile becomes more genuine.

Even if I make a mistake I can make it part of the dance,

because up on the stage every moment is perfection.

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