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ONE ACTOR, MANY PLAYS

I am hollow, just another empty shell.
No heart beats quick the rhythm of my days.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell

With happy endings, pretending all is well
When well has waned, and all that’s left says
I am hollow. Just another empty shell

Once filled with love, but slowly forced to sell
The good and light. Love goes, but sorrow stays.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell

With different endings. Cast another spell—
Reveal the truth, the hundred different ways
I am hollow, just another empty shell.

Tell those stories loud, and tell them well.
No one hears the hollow soul that prays.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell

Without an end. The curtain never fell;
I never bowed: one actor, many plays.
I am hollow, just another empty shell.
Time’s run out of stories he can tell.

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