It seems weve made the curtain call
The end of our last scene
Looks like the play just fell apart
Torn away at the seams
What more of this perfection
Could we ever really take?
You know its a picture perfect setting
For all the right mistakes
Every single perfect scream
Nailed, note for note.
Tears run down the actors face
The audience begins to float
How long can you hold your breath
Dear reader, cant you see?
Were all drowning in this perfection
Or perhaps its just you and me
So take my hand, well sink some more
Fall deeper into perfection
Let out one last scream before the curtains close
Now exit, no more objections
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If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumberd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to scape the serpents tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
~Shakespeare, Midsummer Nights Dream
