They moved together as one
Every step understated and true
At night when the music came on
There was no end to what they could do.
In that day there were none who gave lessons
In that time there were none who could pay
Their art was pure gift; they had no cause to boast
They danced and gave all things away.
He was small and not strong or handsome
She was shy and she smoked cigarettes
But they turned and they twirled like two masters
With a grace none of us would forget.
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