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When we played our charade, We were like children posing, Playing at games, acting out names, Guessing the parts we played. On what a hit we made, We came on next to closing, Best on the bill, lovers until, Love left the masquerade. Fate seemed to pull the strings, I turned, and you were gone, While from the darkened wings, The music box played on. Sad little serenade, Song of my heart's composing, I hear it still, I always will, Best on the bill, charade. |