about me though thankfully..
Passionate dancer with an empty crowd
Dancing to make her dying father proud
A fire ignites each time her satin shoes whisper across the stage
Flowing from one movement to the next turns a new page
The moves were etched into her skin the day she began
Her daddy will remain to be her number one fan
Her troubles drifted as she Pas de bourréed
Each delicate step made it seem like it would all be okay
Her love for dance exploded across the room
Only the man up above could see her heart bloom
i need 2 more lines!!
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