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The Tiny Dancer
 
She dances to the hymn of the wounded

The Dance of the broken

Her voice is that of a dove flying over the sea

The words she speaks are solemn and true

She dances to the oath of the forever doomed

Sweetly she sings the words of the damned, the words of death

And yet they appear so sweet, so innocent

But they carry the weight of the world

Shall she dance the moves of heaven, or the actions of the devil?

She dances to the hymn of the wounded lovers

The dance of the broken hearted

Her voice is the lonely dove leaving the wretched past, fleeing to new love

The words she speaks are those of the mourning lovers who lost their life, love, happiness

She dances to the oath of the forever doomed in the game of love

She is the center piece

She chooses no side, but feeds both ends

She is lovers with the devil, and holds the wings of the angels

She is the symbol of the lovers

She is the symbol of the haters

Dancing and Singing to the wounded and the healed

By Anonomous

© 2008 Anonomous (All rights reserved)

 

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