STAGE FRIGHT

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           The lights are bright.

          I can't hide my fright.  Butterflies inside me, see.

          The lights go down low.  Do I know my lines?  No.

                    I can't remember my lines.

                    This is'nt fine.

                    The look on my face.  I wish I was in

             a different place.

                      The color of green can be seen.

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