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After allowing a little space      for the light to spread all hands raveled faster than I thought...   They should have been on her      all night.   This pertinacious pursuit of one continued
when I dance I feel every movement that body creates When I dance
She is full of compassion Poker-faced to hide her emotion Magentic charm that draws them near like bees to honeypot, it is seen so clear Some call her a chameleon  Camouflaged with every story
                                  To be a believer, you have to follow your dreams                                                  You have to chase your dreams
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