-Theatrical Endings-

As the roses wilted bowed in doubt
And forgotten candles cried themselves out
We stood in the dark with nothing to sell
Out of humorous stories to tell
Like jesters with no colourful jokes
Staring dismayed at the bored folks
Entertained somewhat they applauded at our pain
We stood, poker faces under confetti rain
Tragedy in a nutshell we bid them farewell
Soon upon our pretense the curtain fell..

-The Gypsy

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