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In the cabaret hall of the Hotel,
                            the stage was set for her 'Night Show',
                            the hall was lit but not so bright 
                            dim it was and made to look so
                            to give an air of weird intoxication 
                            tables and chairs were arranged
                            for the guests who 'd reserved 
                            to drink and dine and watch the 
                            show of the night 

                            The guests at last arrived 
                            And had occupied their chairs reserved,
                            And the stage was set for the much 
                            awaited cabaret show to take off
                            Suddenly the hall plunged into quietude,
                            The curtains of the cabaret stage went up
                             And there was music pouring  from 
                            a corner of the stage from an orchestra
                            of local repute, and there she appeared
                            the cabaret girl, the star of the night
                            in her shiny glittering robe with feathers
                            round her waist.....and she began to dance
                            soon, the dance of twists and jerks
                            that went as if unstoppable with the 
                            dancing beauty showing apparently 
                            no signs of tiredness, until the clock struck 12 O'CLOCK
                            When suddenly, the lights  went off 
                            and the hall plunged into  darkness and there
                            was a lull, and there appeared a bundle of a
                            focussed stream of light pointing to the
                            girl dancing as she began the last item
                            of the day...'the strip-tease' and she remained
                            devoid of her robes for a few seconds and
                            disappeared into the stage ...........

                             Into the green room, she sank into her
                             couch, a tired and lustreless woman
                             cursing her fate
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