She fondly remembers, her former years, studying the graceful art of ballet. Donning her leotard, soft satin shoes, doing the contretemps and the sissoinee. The hours of practicing, tired toes and aching knees, the dripping sweat and heat. All forgotten, in her one performance, when the audience rose and stamped their feet. She's a born entertainer, don't try and restrain her, loves make-up and powdered wigs. Lives to dance, classical or modern and has even been known to dance the Irish jigs. Regretting leaving it behind, to focus her time, on the different languages of the world. Feeling tongue tied, constantly changing her mind, she is a highly contradictory girl. Hesitant to fall in love, fearing the snow white doves, will fly off with her bridal bouquet. Listening to the Beatles, it's a hard day's night, remembering it like it was yesterday. In the dirty streets, people tap their feet, singing songs played on a old concertina. She may feel lost in this superficial world, but in her soul, she remains a prima ballerina.
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