She stood upon the stage,
Bold eyes peeling the crowd,
And what tears did she drew,
When she laughed all alone,
Uncaring of the truth,
That the joke is to be shared aloud.
She stood upon the stage,
Bold eyes peeling the crowd,
And what tears did she drew,
When she laughed all alone,
Uncaring of the truth,
That the joke is to be shared aloud.
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