Dancer from Short Stories by Desmond White

Front row seats and the lights go down
And the music plays
Twenty dancers all dressed up in green
Bright young smiles will they last much longer
As limbs get older
Come backstage, take what you need and run

And the curtain falls
And you go back home
Back to the earth
Dance on, little dancer, dance on, little dancer, dance on
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Dublin left us broke and swaying
Cold and aching
Cobbled streets and memories lost in beer
Bridge by bridge, don’t look behind you
The crows are gaining
Watch the river, watch it take you home

And it’s closing night
And I’m nowhere near
And they will close your eyes
Dance on, little dancer, dance on, little dancer, dance on
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Breath once more
Leave no trace
See through the smoke
And the wind and rain

Where are those years
They belong to you
Now do you see the truth
Dance on, little dancer, dance on, pretty dancer, dance on

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