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Julie Miller dances on a high wire: a baby-voiced soprano who doesn’t skew cute, a Christian who never stoops to soapbox, a straightforward lyricist who still surprises. “Dancing Girl” is one of those modal folk-rock anthems that lighten Celtic hearts like mine—until we hear the part that suggests Miller is talking about a Bangkok child whore. —Pamela Murray Winters