Coming Up the Stage
Before hitting the first step.
The harlequin turned is grotesque face up to me,
-He had the power to charm or frighten weak souls-
and asked mockingly:
You ready for the play? Poor Fool!
You ready for the rebirth? Poor Fool!
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