Ballet is Life
Real art takes place on the stage,
Where the sweating bodies of those
Far mor talented than I leap and prance
Entranced by the musical score.
The story they tell cannot be fit by words,
It is too radiant.
Tears fall from seeing such amazing grace.
Ballet is life.
Where the sweating bodies of those
Far mor talented than I leap and prance
Entranced by the musical score.
The story they tell cannot be fit by words,
It is too radiant.
Tears fall from seeing such amazing grace.
Ballet is life.
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