Metaphorical

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Another early one Nov 10, 1992 
P.S. A little bit of info on me : I have done ballet all my life 
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She had left it behind 
Thought it was for the best 
Oh, some little voice knew 
But that voice she suppressed. 
Faded dreams of love 
For that love was led astray 
Fallen shooting star 
A star, could be, lost way. 
At last the clouds parted 
and the sun once again shone. 
The curtains opened 
and the spotlight was on. 
And a solitary soul 
danced with no bound 
The story of a love 
Lost and Found