Dancing.
All in a whirl, with my skirt one step behind me.
It made the dance look smoother.
Everything twinkles and glows with warmth. Like smiles.
Like my smile.
I smile with pure joy in the simplicity of dancing.
No matter who my partner may be, they hold tight in the waltz.
This is a dream, of course.
But I'm happy as long as I know that I still have a dream.
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