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Pirouetting to the Past
Oh if only my life was more like 2001
This was the year I was four
I thought life was even better than ever before
These were the days I played in the sun
And never wanted to go to bed when the day was done
I started to attend school
I felt like getting a sticker meant I was incredibly cool
I hoped I would make friends
And when I did I felt like our friendship would never end
Back then was when my companions were beanie babies
With them I made up situations that could never come true
Such as them being alive and me being a princess too
I wish I could go back to how simple my life used to be
Then I started to take dance
I watched my teacher as if I were in a trance
My tutu was heavy and I hated my tights
But when I danced I felt incredibly light
I listened to my teacher instruct me to point my toes
And I balanced easily never leaning to and fro
I wanted to become a graceful ballerina
Someday performing in an arena
Before my first recital I was given a ballerina made of glass
It's dainty and fragile figure hangs in my window still reminding me of the past
I enjoyed the applause at the end of my performance that night
And I received a rose that was red instead of white
As the days went on the rose's color began to dim
And all of the petals grew incredibly thin
One by one they began to drop
Until there were none left so they stopped
Whatever happened to my ballet slippers that were with me wherever I went
Now they're gone
Collecting dust and forgotten
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