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See the picture in the hall framed in magic on the wall.
Ain't it funny how it glows? What’s on the inside no one knows.
What makes this picture so inviting
To those who stand outside it?
Maybe it’s the dancers or maybe it’s the dance the dancer dances...
Thousands will fill the gallery, pay their price to see a dream.
They can make believe for free two hours’ worth of fantasy.
Maybe they pretend the picture’s them
Or maybe they just love to sit and blend,
Maybe it’s the dancer or maybe it’s the dance the dancer dances.
Tonight the picture has no frame,
Colours unleash and float away;
To each and every one of you
Tonight the spirit brings the news.
You become a part of it all,
Thousands turn to one in the hall,
You become the dancer
and we become the dance the dancer dances...