When we played our Charade
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we were like children posing,
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Playing at games, acting out names,
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guessing the parts we played.
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Oh, what a hit we made.
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We came on next to closing
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Best on the bill, lovers until love
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left the masquerade.
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Fate seemed to pull the strings,
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I turned and you were gone.
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While from the darkened wings
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the music box played on.
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Sad little serenade,
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song of my heart's composing,
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I hear it still, I always will,
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best on the bill Charade.
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Charade
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| Henry Mancini |
