A word?
Allow me
Sweet ladies
And gentlemen
I pray you hear
Why alone I appear
I am the prologue
A road
For love's
The custom
Of a prologue
To his story
And as he would
Revive for you
The ancient
Glory
He sends me
To speak
Before
He
But not to pray
T'as once abode
That the tears
Of the actor
Are false
Unreal
That his sighs
And cries
And the pain
That is told
He hath no
How to feel
No
No
Our author
Tonight
A chapter
Will borrow
From life
With its
Laughter
And sorrow
And sorrow
Is not the actor
A man with a heart
Like you
So tis for men
That the author
Has written
And the story
He tells
You is true
A story
From our tender memories
Deep in his listening heart
One day was ringing
And then with a trembling heart
He wrote it
And he must
Walked
The time
With sighs
And tears
Come then
Here on the stage
You shall behold us
In human fashion
And see the sad fruits
Of love and passion
As we are now



Weep and languish
Cries of rage
And anguish
And bitter laughter
I think then
Sweet people
When he look on us
Clad in a motley
And a little
And in a cell
As a human heart
Meeting with passion
We are but men
Like you
For gladness
Or sorrow
Tis the same
Broadhead
We are but men
We are but men






The same white
Lonely world
Before us
Will ye hear then the story
How it unfolds itself
Surely in the end of time
Will ye go


действительно
Most beautiful
As I should say
And as I myself

In the
Dream
O' the





Till all
All are
Served
All are
来
A future
Will


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Be
A future
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