As I now leave the stage
and step into the dark,
my passion ends with rage.
For I must turn the page,
a new path to embark,
as I now leave the stage.
Wisdom comes with age
to voice a terse remark.
My passion ends with rage.
The vision of the sage
sits lonely in the park,
as I now leave the stage.
Death will not assuage
nor make a final mark.
My passion ends with rage.
I slip the golden cage.
My new home is stark.
As I now leave the stage,
my passion ends with rage.
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