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Balance the Beam
Wet beads formed on her head
There taste burnt salt upon her lip
Before her body shook so fair
Now turning a wild flip in air
Clear to the wall her eyes call
Pulling her chest in out in
One, two, three, no she won’t fall
Inhale, now exhale there’s the win
You can see her strength is pure
And her vision is sure
If she’d just kept her eye on the beam
Balance would be thorough supreme
There taste burnt salt upon her lip
Before her body shook so fair
Now turning a wild flip in air
Clear to the wall her eyes call
Pulling her chest in out in
One, two, three, no she won’t fall
Inhale, now exhale there’s the win
You can see her strength is pure
And her vision is sure
If she’d just kept her eye on the beam
Balance would be thorough supreme
Published 9th Apr 2012
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