The way I feel the rhythm, the way I feel the beat,
This is what makes me beautiful, and this is what makes me unique, I am out there for everyone to see, dancing all the colours out of me,
Releasing all of my sadness, and all of my blues, With every twist and bend, in every move,
Releasing all of the hurt, and all of the pain, Bringing all of my reds back to yellows again,
With the intensity of fire, I dance out all of my desires,
My heavy emotions, crash like deep purple oceans,
I feel my spirit lift and begin to soar, as I leave a rainbow of colour across the dance floor,
Sparkling pinks and soulful teal; now I can express what I really feel,
My indigo joy rises with the violet rhythm, and from within me bursts a prism, A prism of light, multi-coloured and white, restored and new, with a gentle golden hue,
The way I feel the rhythm, the way I feel the beat, this is what makes me beautiful; and this is what makes me unique.
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