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The life of a dancer

If you're a dancer you've danced in the rain
You've worked day and night to get to the stage
You've felt the pleasure, but also the pain
We all wish to write our names on that page
On the surface we leap and we can fly
We ballance and whirl on pink satin toes
Deep down the blisters and aches make us cry
It's secret, the audience never knows
But despite all the pain, we feel the thrill
This is the happiness for which I live
Yes, it's impossible, but still I will
Practice and practice, my time I will give
I live with the pain to feel the pleasure
Dancing, for me, is joy without measure

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