Day Three

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Tired. Angry. Emotional. Numb.

Every song seems to mean something. I like this one; ‘Dance Ballerina Dance’ by Nat King Cole.

Dance, ballerina, dance
And do your pirouette in rhythm with your achin’ heart.
Dance, ballerina, dance
You mustn’t once forget a dancer has to dance the part.

Whirl, ballerina, whirl
And just ignore the chair that’s empty in the second row.
This is your moment, girl,
Although he’s not out there applauding as you steal the show.

Once you said his love must wait it’s turn
You wanted fame instead.
I guess that’s your concern,
We live and learn.

And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So on with your career, you can’t afford a backward glance.
Dance on and on and on
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As ’round and ’round you go
So ballerina, dance
Dance, dance!

Whirl, ballerina!

Once you said his love must wait it’s turn,
You wanted fame instead.
I guess that’s your concern,
We live and learn.

And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So on with your career, you can’t afford a backward glance
Dance on and on and on
A thousand people here have come to see the show
As ’round and ’round you go
So ballerina, dance!

Goodnight blog world. x

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