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Setting: a dark ballet studio
Every time I dream,
I see the figure of a woman.
She stands in front of a giant moon.
- leaping in front of a window
The woman stands without a smile.
Her figure is black—
I can't tell.
- dropping to a direct split
Alas! Taken at a different time,
the one who violated freeze.
Doomed to a crime undone.
- followed by multiple pirouettes
Oh, mistress of the full moon!
Why do you feed off magic in my soul?
You remain utterly still before the rise.
- end final position