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Call it a Family

Life grew bland, banal, other B words she said I need to gather a troupe of like-minded sufferers set up some auditions, form a select band we'll workshop the basics characters, costumes And then we'll act out the rest of our lives together no need for cameras or an audience call it pure theatre oh the dramas we will have No it won't be any stranger than singing in the parlour for friends without a microphone, a paying crowd you can call it the folk tradition

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