Paler than winter
She takes to the stage
Night after cursed night
Tired now
Older and bitter
The sheen worn away
A glimmer now
Rather than a star
She stays for the music
Nothing else moves her
Or quells the endless
Loneliness
Nothing else to live for
But the next crescendo
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