Let the morning mourn,
Birds flee with wings of stone,
Waxed hearts weeping to burn,
And night sneaking joy with tears all alone,
But Show must go on...
Slush burning out of vexation,
And fire without heat,
Out of humour in universe,
Tears taking fleet,
Feelings expressionless,
And words speechless
As if stars in dark bemoan,
But Show must go on...