I can feel my thoughts
Gathering at the back of my head
Crowds waiting at the doors
Come for some performance
But right now while
The theater is dark and empty
I go over my lines with you
It's a strange new beautiful
Play you've given us
Re-mounted every year
Out of the graves of our heads
Like mine now dark and empty
A dim light grows faintly brighter
And suddenly all the lights come up
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