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In a dance of poise and grace,

She soars on tether's gentle trace,

Each move an echo of her soul,

A rhythmic pulse that makes the pole,

Her stage, her canvas, where she weaves

An artistry that no one else believes.

With each twist and turn, a story unfolds,

In this moment frozen, she is the world's gold.

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