Life is a song,
The orchestra plays
Awaiting the dancer
To come along.
It's theme plays tragedy
Happiness and sorrow
Tears of despair
Laughter of joy a melody
Of another tomorrow
A strain of yesterday
Not forgotten, the answer
Hides within it's final
Inevitable crescendo, hush
Play now quietly, the next dancer
Will be coming along
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