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You see her twirling

 in a floral dress, on

 the balls of her feet.

 

You see her running

 to and from the stage

---preparing for the

 next scene.

 

You heard the beat

 of the drum; going

 in 4/4 rhythm while

 the tuba and sax

 played their

 improvised parts.

 

You see the colors

 in the background

change from dark

to light--sad to happy.

 

You see the audience

come and go.

 

You hear the audience

talk about the show;

what they liked--

and didn't like.

 

You see her

come and go;

leaving her marks

on the stage.

 

 

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