Dancer


She's dancing by herself
across the stand
her audience the band
others watch and have to smile
as she twirls and glides with
such great style
she's lit up by the midnight stars
she's singing something soft and low
nods to the band
and they all know
the song she sings is not their tune
it's hers and it will not end soon
she sings of pleasant memories
things the rest of us can't see
and as she sings and dances near
the band stops playing
as she sheds a tear...

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