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She pirouettes as the droplets fall,
A mist of vapour like stage curtains,
Dancing around to the glee of her mother,
The rest of the crowd look past and above
To the liquid spectacular, the water jet view,
The fountainous colours dancing under the moon,
But the little ballerina hears only the song
And the applause of the crowd she imagines for her.
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