Tro Missaelian - Crowds

You turn and look and see the crowds,
Watching you like eagles from high clouds.
Practice made perfect was how you were taught,
But happiness and laughter was all you sought.

The curtains soon pulled and the patient crowds roared,
The acts had begun now with a great uproar!
The drapes soon closed and all you could hear,
Were the cheers of the crowds, mixed with their tears.

Tro Missaelian

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