When we played our Charade we were like children posing,
Playing at games, acting out names, guessing the parts we played.

Oh, what a hit we made. We came on next to closing
Best on the bill, lovers until love left the masquerade.

Fate seemed to pull the strings, I turned and you were gone.
While from the darkened wings the music box played on.

Sad little serenade, song of my heart's composing,
I hear it still, I always will, best on the bill Charade

Taal: Engels

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