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Sky Waves                                                                                                                                                                                 More

My eyes get lost in the night sky, the reflection of my soul, my infinite soul, I admire your beauty.

I remember doing these over and over when I was a little girl.

From the book "Martine, petit rat de l'opéra" by Marcel Marlier & Gilbert Delahaye; or, as I knew it, "Anita no ballet". I remember propping this up on a music stand and doing the positions in my bedroom.