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As always the curtain opened.
As I sang the love song,
I received a message
A note that was edged in black.

That was three years ago
When you tried to stop me
and I left you at the train station.
As the train began to move,
One person jumped on.

At sunset in the old town,
I stood paralyzed in front of the church.
Dressed all in black,
I was at a loss for even the words to pray.

On the white ivy-covered wall,
My thin shadow fell long against it.
All alone,
I had forgotten even how to drop a tear.

While in the dark waiting room,
Without anyone to talk with,
I heard my song in my ear,
As it passed by me into the distance.

As always the curtain opens.
I'm in the bright lights that fall on me,
But even still,
Today again, I'm singing the love song.

Taste is a dictatorship.

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