Oh!
How well she dances,
even thought she does not.
When she dances, how sincere is she?
She own herself,
she silently fights,
as if she would unexpectedly fade off.
Like fire wavering,
as candles mad at a slight breeze.
How timid and less she knows,
about what she subtly says.
When she dances,
I know more about her.
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