This cold cold weather, bids me not
to energetic spree
I stand and shiver, wondering how
To warm that cold cold me
...
Lord of the dance, you are indeed.
With wings of flight, you grace the stage.
So nimble so quick, so at ease.
A joy to watch, for you no cage.
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So young so beautiful, so refined
An innocent child, his life ahead
He see's not the future, he lives for the moment.
To him nothing is trouble, he knows not dread.
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