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How old is the soul
If it cannot rise
How old is the blindness
Behind those eyes

To behold the great change
But still locked in awe
To stand on this stage
While no crowds draw

Words given on paper
Written out by time
Fail to be recited
Line after line

Young eyes lost by vision
To translate the page
Scan over empty seating
Then back at the stage

Ghosts of art hover closely
To take in the toll
Of tickets not sold
For this artist of souls
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when no one reads your words
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You are no longer allowed to jump off of stages.
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