A Lonely Music Hall

The choir used to gather
We sung of days to come
And shared our dreams in darkened halls with strangers sat-
In rows they gathered to hear our songs
In now yellowed playbills our-
Names now lost to days since passed
Faded paint peels from once vibrant frescos

Those days since passed
Or never were-
Ours, now lost in memories-
Of golden days-
Since passed, now faded tomes in-
Libraries in worlds unseen-
By those who do not know the Way-
To find us here in ancient book-
Ends meet and begin anew

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