When she dances to swan lake,
The sound is a story of wind
and it bends her to the melody like a reed
the music whirls her
and she has to have strong roots
to keep her touching the choreographic ground

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The Moon and the Stars
Wove' by Spiders-in-arms
They blur at the edge of my sight

The Sun and the Moon
With their Battle Platoons
Fight over the Day and the Night

(c) me

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