CHARADE

When we played our Charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, Acting out names,
Guessing the parts we played
Oh, what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, Lovers until,
Love left the masquerade
Fate seemed to pull the strings,
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
the music box played on.
Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will,
Best on the bill Charade.

Fate seemed to pull the strings,
I turned and you were gone
While from the darkened wings
the music box played on.
Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still, I always will,
Best on the bill Charade.
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