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Curtain Call


Sit & wait          silence plays

( in that space inside my head )

fantasies, good and bad

play out upon the stage.

 

Here it comes, from the wings

don't look back or it's all over

heart hammers, knees shake

waiting for that curtain call

 

Play it out, all I can

study faces in the crowd

hate me love me, I don't care.

I'm here now and that's all

 

Waiting, waiting, heart in hand

silence filled with deafening applause

it's done, it's happened, all went well

We've made it to the curtain call.

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