They watch her dancing
like an angel
out of heaven!.
They wonder how
she got here;
this Hell on Earth!.
This is the
castle of scoundrels,
the palace of
Ruffians,
yet all are caught
in her intricately
woven spell of a
Dance!.
She moves so lithely;
liquid humanity in
purest form!.
She twirls with
Abandon,
with sweat beading on her
Brow!.
She exists for this
moment only:
the wild applause
of the
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