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Now the final curtain's fallen,for no show goes on forever,if the world's a stage - mine's empty.whilst upon it you'll tread never.
As the instruments lie silent in their coffins made of wood,I rest assured they'd say these words - If say these words they could;
Whatever happened to the songs - the music that we made,and the joy we shared together as on me your fingers played?
Are chose symphonies forgotten - with our cases closed and latched'?
Dreams now dusty, old and rotten - empty shells (no strings attached).
Amidst the dying candle-light,I sit forlorn, alone,a space once filled with laughter bright,the place my heart called home
Now the puppets are my company - but wood and straw can't speak;though it by chance they came to life I'm certain they would weep; ""
What am I without your tender touch -the hands to hold and guide me,what purpose has a puppet with no puppeteer beside me?I do not care I have no hair - my painted face is scratched.but fear my wooden heart will shatter with no stings attached.
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
Now last and least - the minstrel-takes his bow upon the stage,he's played a fool and played the prince- (but never acts his age).
And If for once not lost for words - l wonder what he d say,to win fair maiden, slay the dragon, keep dread foe at bay?"
Though I am not a wealthy man - my heart is pure and true,and the only riches that I have - the love I feel for you.
Now my life is robbed of meaning
Iike a purse of hope that's snatched.
Must I spend my whole time dreaming -living life no strings attached?"
No mourners assemble in this white-elephant's graveyard,a dearth of bloom upon my tomb - an absence of forget-me-nots.
For Romeo I understudied - this sepulchre dark and bloodied,
It's my final resting place - amongst these "cloak-and-dagger' props.
Your kiss turns princes into frogs - and passion-plays to monologues.
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