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At the end of the show,
Behind the curtains,
No enemy nor foe,
What awaits all left uncertain.
Cabinets open,
Letters scattered.
Props still standing,
The show of life.
The fury of youth,
The passion that’s left,
Unable to squeeze in,
The show of life.
Blind of hope,
Blind of love,
Blind of all that used to be, in
The show of life.
What’s left?
What’s next?
What’s yet to come?
To bring forth the end
To the show of life.