She wore green, for she said it is the colour of love,
She carved a small hollow in an orange to cradle a small candle,
She opened her curtains so she could see the moon,
And she danced.
Her legs were frail,
Her steps were painful,
Her grace was lacking,
But she danced.
Her heart was full of joy,
Her heart was full of love,
She sent the love in her heart out to the world,
As she danced.
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