The little girl was dancing, Dancing with glee. The little girl was dancing, Dancing with glee.

The night is still young but passing The arrival of Strange deities is started Arms in arms th... The night is still young but passing The arrival of Strange deities is starte...

Eyes peer at her, up and down, Whether it is a sweatshirt or an elegant gown, Picking at her secre... Eyes peer at her, up and down, Whether it is a sweatshirt or an elegant gown, ...

Spirits were dancing to perfect beats of silence Into the afterlife Spirits were dancing to perfect beats of silence Into the afterlife

This poem is about the dancing of the breeze This poem is about the dancing of the breeze

It has been seven years since my last performance. It has been seven years since my last performance.