The Swan King
The chorus rings softly
His desire his dance
Towering up high
Within magical trance
Silky members proceed to flow
Across the plane of darkened glow
Dimming lights, flashing blades
Ballet dancing masquerades
Mystery and laughter
Rings golden bells
Bursting thereafter
On which mentors dwells
Swirls and twirls from little girls
Shimmer costumes fancy pearls
Tip toe softly
Bouncing high
Pirouettes across the sky
Fly like a seagull
Glide like a swan
Close down the curtains
The opera has gone
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