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In shadows cast by moonlit dreams A dancer sways their delicate limbs Like a feather in the air With a longing heart full of despair
He swirls without a partner to lean on Without a heart to console Without an audience to applaud His steps and falls become too loud
The floor in red he paints His clothes soaked in stains His flesh full of cuts and bruises He can't stop, even if his soul he loses
For even if the box is closed He should be ready to see his rose
For he is not dancing for himself Alone he is but not in a shelf He performs to be seen To make her face from tears to be clean
She is not his audience She is his confluence She is the one that changes his life From day to night, from dark to light With a simple movement, a step too close With a swift movement, his world she expose
In perfection she always finds him Tall, straight, cheerful and lean Ready to dance his life away For her eyes, on him to lay
He is condemn to eternal spinning A doll in a box, a melody singing A ballerina standing tall In the eyes of his lover, he can never fall
For those mere seconds are everything to him In his essence she dives to swim For all his heart beats for this moments And her whispering praises and sweet comments
All he will ever get from her are those Small little nothings, that make him feel close Her eyes on him, sparkling of delight Give him reason to see again the light
For even though he is nothing more than a doll An insignificant wooden piece, without a soul He is alive within her eyes And he for her lays in lies
An eternal dancer he will be His body prisoner but his love will have free For her all was worth it For he was her audience, fallen in loves pit.
