The ballerina used to dance
Every day she would be in a trance
And nobody ever understood
What sacrifice she did for her good
The ballerina was forced to dance
A fouetté at each of the songs
And even if she was strong
She never had a single chance
The audience was in awe
Before their eyes began a show
It was so well elaborated
That it attracted all the greed
And all those eyes were looking at her
Not seeing the thin threads around her body
That were linked with the hypnotizer
Who abused the ballerina for her beauty
The moral is to be careful to what you see
For the most beautiful woman to be
May be the played puppet
Of a real coward and idiot.
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Collection of Mystical Poetry
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