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Tragedy

Let�s play pretend
Let�s play, depend,
Make-believe, monkey see,
Monkey do, just us two
And the world will be clueless to creation at its finest

Act one:
You will be the spider
And I will be the web.

Oh, what a craft you have for the bumbling, the imprudent
How impartial I am to you, that where I am, you were, always
With detail and choice, you weave finesse with every fiber of purpose
And the spider will be a creature of webs, but forever a single web be of the spider.
What a show, what a show, what compliant nature, such poise!
But the show must go on. �Another, another!� they cry

Act two:
I�m the candle
And you�re the flame

Oh, how I beckon the air of romance, of ornaments and antiquities all the same
How erroneously I do become myself, that as I disappear, I become present
But not without you to blame, my passionate wither, beautiful piece of destruction.
And the wax will pool and cool, replacing my essence with existence, but the fire is perfectly gone.
Bravissimo! An eloquent parting, lovable fate!
They hunger for more.

Act three:
You are the flower
I am the seed

I say, you do entice nature�s vagabonds and the dutiful alike
How effortless your good nature derives that you exist harmoniously with all life
You broke free of me in my earthbound prisms and gave beautiful adornment to the nothing around you
And I will vanish as you appear, and you will bear the best of burdens and I the best of shortcomings
Wonderful, majestic, a title of war in grace!
There is no end to their desire.

But tonight
Just for tonight
The finale:
I can be yours
And you can be mine

The people, they dine on the inequities of convenience
Because the world, none the wiser, calls even the finest of creation a tragedy
So let us not create, but simply intertwine in every fashion
There is no dependence where there is complete, wholesome belonging
Because our possessions will become the reality we live in
And I am yours for the taking.