The actor, the singer, the poet, and oh, the artist

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The actor, the actor who
Tells tales from generations past.
Whose characters have not
Quite turned their backs.

The singer, the singer
Whose voice, so clear and sweet,
Who sings and cries to the
Minor chords of her monochrome heart.

The poet, the poet who
Writes of Love, life, and Woe.
"Nevermore was the poet!" soon
Screamed the crow.

The artist, the artist whose
Mind would never cease.
The dull echoes in his skull,
Told him what man kinds fate shall be.





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