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“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players”
And we dance to the conductor’s tune
Who swings his stick
He puts you in the right places
And sets the steady rhythm of life
That can end at any moment
In this world we dance on a stage
And die on one too
Destiny is written in advance
But the end is unknown to us
Surrendering to the fateful plot
To destiny written by the conductor
He’s an overlord, a master too,
But he’s also a patron
All of his songs are our life and path
And we follow him from the first notes,
Giving ourselves to the continuous story
Not stepping back for even a moment
And to the end,
To the final!
To the moment of fame and a standing ovation
We follow, we go and we win
Never stopping the play
And not taking our mask off
We live on a stage, waiting for a moment
When the parterres close
The curtains drop from the ceiling
And finally, we can take off our masks
Back off, go backstage.