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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 ...

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