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Old Vic
Old Vic
Once these doors close
The lights are dimmed
They may never open again
The soft ghosts of actors
Fading in our memory
Leaving only distant echoes
The bright gaudy costumes
The greasepaint and powders
All left where they last fell
The empty seats collect dust
The stage becomes a mausoleum
Of tragedy and comedy
Pennies draining ...
Saturday 4th July 2020 1:59 pm
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