say, do you think you know if it's all settled at this point from the stage it sure looks different and now it's your turn to act make yourself immortal with each line you say and any scene you play so far I cannot tell you if you're stagehand or director or courageous main character overcoming all your fears or a fragile non-existence with not a letter in the script after the rain you all will see who's up to end the act or to deliver final speeches before a tragic death or if your fate is just to be left over from the cast of yesterday's stages' past or, vice versa, ahead of your time singing your epitaph instead of introducing yourself at the borders of reality you'll see the cloth of dreams getting pulled up when you're not nearly prepared waiting for the spotlight to illuminate your presence to an audience without names don't try to overdo it for the story only counts when you sacrifice it all only sadness sweeps the stageBirth sign: Capricorn
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