The stage in front of the smooth smiles
exit on the left
I hear you say the rain had started
at the last song
I left my bag backstage
tied with a rope
I’ll hand you my handkerchief
after the applause
I won’t stay for the standing ovation
I’ll leave without you before anyone sees
I am not there.

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Image courtes: Theophilos Katsipanos