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Empty theatre, we lay our scene
Far from the dark woods, where he made his name
Eyes in rapture by her throat
No ones called ‘action’ as no one is coming
Conviction this pretty deserves applause
Seats remain empty only silence to great her
Greatest performance
To an audience of no one
This was only a dress rehearsal
But the blood on those wounds looks mighty real
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