The
play was a vision
In
it we preserved ourselves
The
script leading like an echo
They
were dreams that made us whole
Our
stories were enlivening
The
warm wind that set us in motion
What
does the stage require of you?
Are
you prepared for the bursting lights,
For
the last moment, when the curtain falls?
Goodnight and applause
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