And you shall go to the ball!
When all the dances are danced
The songs are sung And everyone has left
Tired, happy.
You shall go to the ball for then you will be worthy,
Worthy of an empty room A still dance floor
And a silent air.
For the music
Was never meant to enchant you Laughter never meant to fulfil you
Emptiness used to being around you.
Valerie Masters
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