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A Play Toward
One player toward...
Lights.....
One player forlorn...
Stage......
One player toward.....toward an audience that plays its own.
Action.......
"To those who wander in the night
And oft beguile those fiendish sprite
Take heed to foolish, wandering knaves
Of the mind do wont they stay.
I've oft observed from time to time
That men do carelessly stroke the chime
Of the gates that hold all glory above.
Do they ever find their love?
I'd invite thee to stay awhile
And see if you'd beguile
The one on whose eyne you look to most
If ere you saw thee rather cry than boast.
For surely it is plain to see
That love doth injure thee.
I'll ask out myself once again,
Do you see what kills me my friend?"
