Answer the question that covers it all
She is the belle of the whole ball
And yet she hides behind her grace
A ballerina is not about her face
She is about the story that she writes
In the many twists and night time delights
That fills the theatre as she makes her way on stage
Ready to pull all the audience into another age
Perhaps it is the world that was long ago
Or one, which without her leaps we could never know
That speaks in the arch of her arms swaying
All the whispers that lips are not saying
They twinkle in the life she is creating
That has all the world, catching breath, waiting
To see who she is in the world they know not
So purely in her fantastic spell are they caught
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