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Act 1
The way you leave is elegant
Almost a waltz, in and out, oh so tiring
The crowd is watching with eager eyes, even when you sleep
You are nothing to them but a white painted face, actors
That try to understand your sorrows by being your love
Your everything, your nothing, great show, the audience was bubbling
With excitement, as you wipe off your makeup, nerves still bubbling
In your chest from all the eyes, the way you wipe almost elegant
Slowly, trying to sleep where the white paint stops, it's so silly my love
To try and deny a life that is made for you, must be tiring
To lie at night, to lie when you say it is fun, to say you are actors
But it’s okay at night when your makeup drips when you sleep
Do not cry so much my darling, do not worry, just sleep
When you close your eyes, it will all still be there, hot, bubbling
And all of you will laugh for a life well lived, raise a glass to actors,
But all you dream of is a bird's wings and a locked cage, beautiful, elegant,
Never free, because it’s not meant to be, this dream is tiring,
How many more nights will you cry to your love?
They tell you the dreams will fade, it’s all ok, you will learn to love
A life so fully empty, honey, it is just an idea sleep
On it, think about it, it’s so tiring
Being so beautiful? Your energy is bubbling
You’ll get cast easily, the way your makeup stays is elegant
They will love you, as I do, I know actors
Like you, so perfect, so still, not like other actors
With tears in their eyes and claiming to love
You, claiming it all, the lies you tell, so elegant
Is the dress you wear to your own wake, your own sleep
And when they crowd around, the crowd is bubbling
About the next big thing, next painted face, tiring
Isn’t it? That you in your bed of lies, tiring
To say it was a good time, it's just the way we live, us actors
Sometimes the crowd hates you, sometimes the crowd is bubbling
Over the pot, trying not to spill over, they love-
Well, loved your performance, this isn’t for you, just sleep
For once, maybe you can see your own clear skin, elegant
Is the stars tonight, bubbling instead of fading, it is not so tiring
When actors take a break, but I’ll always be elegant
Don’t forget my little birdie, because you’ll be the one I finally learn to love.
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In this Sestina, we only see Act 1.