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The Moment After
The moment after
when the curtain closes for the last time
the last bow has been taken
the last line has been sung
and there are only the echos of that claps that once filled the room
you look around at these people that have become your family
those you thought you couldn't spend another moment with
and you realize that you want
just one more performance
just one more encore
and you could sleep well
you look at their faces and find the same thoughts in their eyes
this thing that controlled you life
is gone
You are free and yet tied to it at the same time
the moment after
all that's left is the show-tune
that plays through your brain
its over
the curtains are closed
Listen to this- Limbeck- In ohio on some steps
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