Skipping through the Flatiron Cliffs
Always on stage in the arena
In a wave pool of faceless people
The surrender of love for my ballerina.
Young and fresh but quickly bored
Her beauty sings like the skys
Charming the strangers on the street
The wonder of dreams, her face belies.
A piece of Heaven loaned for now
Born in a bath of blue white light
In a journey down an endless highway
Praying softly in a starless night.
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