On an empty stage,
Seats bare,
House lights dim.
One spot of light,
Cold white beam.
The hushed voice,
Touching the silence,
Echoing, Echoing,
In the empty room.
A beam of light,
A path in the dark.
A breath of sound,
In the silent air.
A lonely figure,
On an empty stage.
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