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Perfect Strangers
Strangers stun me, filling my heart.
In awe of my dancing, my art.
Their praise brings me that joy and glee.
Filling my heart, strangers stun me.
They amaze me to feel carefree.
That joy and glee, their praise brings me.
Their attention, they let me see.
To feel carefree, they amaze me.
They engage without pretension.
They let me see their attention.
True connection, it comes with age.
Without pretension, they engage.
Strangers let me feel affection.
It comes with age, true connection.
They give me energy and zeal.
Affection, strangers let me feel.
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Marilene Evans
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