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Shows Over
I feel the curtains closing.
This ensemble is coming to an end.
There's blood on the stage
Dripping to the audience floor.
I've danced, I've loved,
And been flogged mercilessly...
My bones ache
And my heart is weary...
But the spot light screams
That nothing is real.
This ensemble is coming to an end.
There's blood on the stage
Dripping to the audience floor.
I've danced, I've loved,
And been flogged mercilessly...
My bones ache
And my heart is weary...
But the spot light screams
That nothing is real.
Published 15th Sep 2020
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