Du tanzt zu Hause, wenn keiner guckt.

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure—a ghostly couple.

But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. “They're looking for it; they're drawing the curtain,” one might say, and so read on a page or two. “Now they've found it,' one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. book had slipped into the grass.
But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about

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Du tanzt zu Hause, wenn keiner guckt.

Dann bist du in meinen Augen bereits eine Tänzerin