A Different Play.
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Sandra Feldman
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The Loveless cry
Behind the scenes,
In empty theaters
Of forgotten dreams,
A life ago
They were alive
But now in loneliness
They cry, alone
Hardly survive,
Always returning
Day by day
To memories
So far away
Of love they lost
That never will
Return,
Life's theater
Empty
No place to turn
No consolation
Hallucinations,
Now take their
Turn.
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