It's opening night, everything's going fine
Finally finding a timeless time
It's an open line
And angle your way through the actors and sets
Entrance, exits, dressing rooms
Cigarettes
Black blightlight
White spot
Can do
Cannot
You surface again for your one big scene
It's a real pot-boiler with a civilized sheen
Paris pleaSpring
But you mutter, you murmur, you merely mumble
You're quick and you crack, you quiver
And you crumble
Cold cream
Hot bed
Wiped out
EndedAnd dead
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