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The secret's out, 
denial's done,
the play's begun
and everyone
who's bought
a ticket, 
now must know
the sordid truth

A shameful story
for all to see,
what once was sacred
to you and me,
an intermission
and two acts there'll be,
libretto begins upon page three

In your program you will note
the names of us, the ones who wrote
this tragic tale,
they're now on sale
for two dollars til
the curtain's set to rise

Pull them wide now
for act one, 
allow the patrons 
to enjoy the run,
the playwright's dream's
upon this stage where
life's not fair 
and all's not as it seems

Now at last, 
the curtain parts
to show two sadly broken hearts,
an overture of sadness starts
conducted from the tear stained charts

The stage is bathed in softest light
a tragic yet, 
engaging sight
the players enter from stage right,
the play begins at last, 
tonight

What once was treasured
now'll be measured,
we open the curtains 
and welcome you in, 
now through two lives 
you're free to trudge
to poke and prod and jeer and judge
for once the exposition's begun
the secret's out , so let the fun
begin

The action will begin to rise
a tragedy, it's no surprise
that pain comes even to the wise
the climax of the story's nigh
the audience let's out a sigh
as our two doomed lovers, love, 
then dies

Our story's coming to a close,
denouement's near and clear to those
who've understood the complex plot's
that sometime's pain is all we've got
and the losing then, 
is what must be sought
 
The lights go down,
the curtain falls,
no bows, no cheers, 
no curtain calls
for now we say 
good night to one and all 

Remember this,  
on closing night
as the cast and crew 
fade from your sight, 
this work was never done for you
their story of love and broken hearts
belongs in truth, to an audience of two

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