The Dancer
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Juan Olivarez
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She spins and she twirls,
With a heavenly grace.
Swinging her curls,
In front of her face.
Leaping and kicking,
A lady so refined.
It is fame she is seeking,
Through this steady grind.
Since she was a child,
This is all she has known.
Developing her own style,
As she has grown.
No one can stop her,
Her star will shine.
She is a dancer,
Most exceedingly fine.
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