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I registered for a class

then danced around my room

my pillows piled in one corner

and I felt like a foreigner

in my own valley

full of fake faces

and forced smiles

But graduation is almost here

so I danced around my room

with pictures plastered on the wall

and I felt like a football

being tossed around

and trying to score

an obscure goal

But I met a sweetheart

who dances in my room with me

with music playing in the background

and we feel like a merry-go-round

spinning with butterflies

afraid to let go

so we don't.

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