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No one remembers Maria, "has she been there too?" |
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When everybody's talking she just listens and keeps quiet |
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She stands at the edge and watches when everybody's dancing |
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With a faint smile upon her face she stands there and keeps still |
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How she wish she would dance in the crowd |
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Just move and don't think about |
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What the others could talk about her |
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That she could overcome her dumb shyness |
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Then she would be a volcano, a sunset glow, from head to toe |
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A celebration, exultation, fascination |
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She doesn't know what prevents her from letting it out |
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So no one can suspect what's behind her facade |
