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Let the balladeer sing, in this night so dim
When stars seem to fear the suns awakening
Darkness heeds thy call, only the shiniest seen above all
Prior to the world’s fall, they’d come to my call
In the stage well built and in place
Curtains shall let the diva sing her life’s pace
The diva whose notes transcend the void
Hit precisely doth the tailed musical sphenoid
Clothe her, mould her!
Guide her, make her!
Feed the gullible diva with praises for entirety
Let sweet music be heard for infinity;
Come take the diva’s hand and kiss it
For no puppet master must miss it!
Present her in the whitest of dresses
Make known to all people the diva’s presence!
Let not her name be left to stagnation
Speak of her name in exultation!
Powerful staccatos and soft legatos
Fill rhythmically the age old piano
Graceful ballets, dances proven by age;
Come and see the diva’s splendor on stage!
Clothe her, mould her!
Guide her, make her!
Oh Ignominous Game Keeper!
I pity thee thy songstress of promise,
May she find her way and stay from the abyss
For if not, I shall seal this song with a kiss
