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She curtsies to the light, from yonder sky

Deep in the woods, as the night floats by

Beckoning to her, she stands there, alone

A lyrical figure, bathed in moonstone

She’ll pirouette ’round flowers, on gentlest toes

This ballerina dances, wherever moonlight glows

 

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