I too have stood in the gantry
overlooking theatres of dreams,
theatres of comedy. One voice
brought fire to frosty pitches,
forked the quagmires of glory;
a humble oracle in sheepskin robe.
overlooking theatres of dreams,
theatres of comedy. One voice
brought fire to frosty pitches,
forked the quagmires of glory;
a humble oracle in sheepskin robe.
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