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 A Wall Flower by Amy Levy 
						I lounge in the doorway and languish in vainWhile Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane
 
 
 My spirit rises to the music's beat;
 There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet!
 To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet.
 
 Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here,
 In other ages, on another sphere,
 I danced with you, and you with me, my dear.
 
 In perfect motion did our bodies sway,
 To perfect music that was heard alway;
 Woe's me, that am so dull of foot to-day!
 
 To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet;
 My spirit rises to the music's beat--
 But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet!
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