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Final curtain call, stage lights fade to black,
Hourglass ran dry, no more grains of sand.
Annie’s tears did fall, Helen’s looking back,
Real world returns, leave artists’ wonderland.

Cowards avert eyes cannot come to grips,
Feel Connection’s force pull like gravity.
Doubt fades away as in our roles we slip,
Portal to the soul, bits of you and me.

Harvest that is gleaned cast down at their feet,
Reach for brass ring, truly prize ultimate.
Endings often feel, oh so bittersweet,
Great oaks do grow from tiny acorn nut.

End we now our time outside Earthly ken,
In some future now do it all again.