Darkness she becomes to those in denial of their shadows
Thus their shadows ever darken
as e'er lingers their denial

Cut them down in thou dance, my lovely ballerina
for their thorns are wretched in thou silken skin...

Save thineself
For thine could'st be the dance of kings
bringing tears of joy into regal eyes

...Without their thorns, thou beauty would'st never die...
...and thou songs would'st never die

Curse ye all minstrels who preyed upon the beauty of the songstress

For loved her did'st I...
I would'st wed thee, ballerina
For thine love I would'st live, and I would'st die
And I would dance an unheard one should thou will'st, my ballerina
Cum fletu chorea...

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