Setting the Stage
It's dark
The painted flies flit across my skin and I think
One, two, three, one, two, three
I stretch and get warmed up to sing, I say
One, two, three, four, five, six
The lights,
O! The lights!
They dazzle, they shine!
The lights,
O! The lights,
They are mine!
My lights, my name, my song, my scene,
All mine
to
dream
One, two, three
One, two, three.
Curtain call
The stage is set.
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