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Dance for me just once more
With the silences you think
And the written word you speak.

Drudge up our old plays again
Give our vinyl record another spin
So I can recall what I had forgotten.

Now stop your dancing and admit to charading.
Throw the vinyl record, send it smashing.

Of our play I believe Shakespeare wanted it tragic but
There are things in life that should be finished never.

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