The stage is empty, the shadows grow dark
Lines go unspoken, but still leave their mark
Silver spun cobwebs where curtains were drawn
No more performers, but the show must go on
Dim the lights of the house, strike up the band
Bring in the choir on my command
Ladies and Gentlemen: may we present
Me, the magnificent and heaven sent
Applause fills the room, the audience roars
They call out my name and cry out, “Encore!”
My incessant twirling stirs up the dust
And I’m soon reminded of the decay and rust
This sure was the theatre back in its day
Pardon my interruption, I’ll leave it that way
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