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A Stage Unlike The Rest

Upon the boards where actors play their part, The crowd did find the spectacle quite tame. No grand soliloquy could steal the heart, No thunderous applause—just a quiet frame. It seems the show that many thought would storm, Fell into hushed whispers instead of roar; A theater of a most uncommon form, Where drama paused, and silence took the floor.

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A Stage Unlike The Rest