Everyone is watching,
As you float upon your toes.
You glide across the stage,
And your passion shows.
You dance the story,
Of the Prince and Odette.
You show the terrible tale,
As you pirouette.
You waltz, you plié,
And orbit the stage.
You become the music,
Violinists turn their page.
Your skeleton moves,
In intricate ways.
You jeté across the lake,
As the audience sways.
The tattered silk is leaking,
As the crimson starts to seep.
You smile, you push on,
You take the next leap.
You sauté, you soutenu,
The signets sing.
You fouetté, you fondue,
You enter the wing.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
Everyone is watching,
As you float upon your toes.
You glide across the stage,
And your passion shows.
You dance the story,
Of the Prince and Odette.
You show the terrible tale,
As you pirouette.
You waltz, you plié,
And orbit the stage.
You become the music,
Violinists turn their page.
Your skeleton moves,
In intricate ways.
You jeté across the lake,
As the audience sways.
The tattered silk is leaking,
As the crimson starts to seep.
You smile, you push on,
You take the next leap.
You sauté, you soutenu,
The signets sing.
You fouetté, you fondue,
You enter the wing.
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