Grace Remix

She’s the ballet dancer,
Without control her toes would lose consciousness,
Her legs would just lose.

She needs grace in each cell, every organ, inch of skin
To pull this off with any dignity left.

The music slowly begins,
Not even she can predict the ending,
All she can do
Is her absolute best.

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