Final Curtain
I will soon forget
the laughter that I could give
when life felt so right
When the last curtain does fall
there will not be an encore
I stand on my mark
Dust motes float in the spot light
I curtsy left, right
There is no applause to hear
No one to see the last act
The seats are empty
The isles are not crowded
The doors are boarded
All that is left on this night
Is the final toast farewell
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