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Amongst the quiet young night, Surrounded by darkened green And pale yellow glowing all around, A woman sat alone on a bench With no direction to head to And thoughts that cannot be contained.
  Eternally dancing in one place, She wears elegant draping and lace.    Frozen on her tip toes    While twirling in one pose With a ceramic smile on her face.
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