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"This is my dream. I'm dancing!
(Do you know how to dance? Do you
like to dance?) Waltzing--
it's like electricity.
It hurts when I walk. So I pick up a chair,
and I start to waltz.
I look in the mirror and there I am,
dancing with a chair!
I say to the mirror: 'I'm not so old.'
But the mirror says: 'Yes you are.
You're old. You're nearly
ninety years old. What are you doing
waltzing around with a chair?'
Now isn't that silly? An old lady.
This is my dream: I see myself in the mirror
waltzing with a chair.
And that's the end of my dream.
I once knew how to dance. I
once knew how to waltz.
And now I shall bid you goodnight."