waldosia

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the golden lights light up the stage
my aria marking the zenith of our opera
the cadenza follows
the curtains fall slowly
the crowd on their feet
smiles all round
a round of applause
standing ovation
I could not not look
scanning
searching
my eyes hoping to find yours
why would you be here?

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