When I Dance
My pink and gold tutu,
oh, how I sparkle and shine.
Twirling around on pointed toes,
performing my own ballet.
I feel the music in my heart,
a soft melody just for me.
I smile and bow to the joyous crowd,
as cheers and claps fill the air.
Oh, what a wonderful sound—
the music, the magic, the joy.
A little dancer on the stage,
living her dream while at play.
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