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And the Winner Is
We present ourselves to perform this day,
As a faceless crowd grace our seats of fame,
Let us share the joy and make it timeless,
Stage made fresh to paint your face of our play,
Suffer mirth be our guide for pleasure's sake,
Release your souls and make wet these dry seats,
Unearth the life of you that dwells so deep,
We shed light from the girth of you to wake,
A terse verse surrenders the sum of thee,
Yet, a full score unleash the whole of it,
Dramatic tidbits weighs in their own worth,
From seats edge, then back, taps all to agree,
When moments began your existing hearts,
Breathes one's skills, a passion to spread its feats,
A crucial rush to rise to full measure,
In sync with wild hands, cites thoughts, never parts.
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