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I never thought it could come to this,as you sit there crying,hanging on with your fingertipsto something that's already dead. Now we're into a gameand it's all a bit strange. Once on a time we were sincere;now, we're acting charades,hiding behind cracked imagesfrom other people's stages;now, we're into a game,and it's all a bit strange,but familiar, too...the rules never change; I know it, but do you?I've seen it all before,and this play no longer moves me,but the closing of a dooris never easy.
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