Woods, only woods, natural not, but artificial woods,
Full of natural habitats and flora and fauna not,
But the studios of cameras and lights,
Painted heroes and heroines,
The theatre girls
Dressed, powdered and creamed
Living in bivouacs, tents,
Under the open skies and drunk
And parting for the roles.
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