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The scene: - two people's eyes meet across a dimly lit room. The alternate verses are the differing points of view of both people - the last verse is mixed.
(sorry - would have used WritingML tags to show this better, but I cannot get them working) MY QUEEN? Her beauty shines across the room, Fluorescent in the murky gloom. My pulse starts racing at her smile, Her elegant, lithe, feline style. I can just make out through the gloom A short, fat man across the room. Mouth open, like he’s not all there, Eyes glazed in a wild, canine stare It’s many years since I have seen Beauty like my departed Queen. My wife, I lost so long ago. Still painful now, I loved her so. He’s old enough to be my dad. I wonder why he looks so sad? His crumpled clothes and dirty shoes, He looks like he’s had too much booze. I can no longer keep away, I must speak with my Queen today. I pat my clothes, and comb my hair. I know I look quite debonair! I wish that he would go away. I’ve had enough of creeps today. I don’t know why he’s combed his hair. He’s nearly bald. There’s nothing there. “Fair maiden”, I say to my Queen, “Pray speak your name. Are you a dream?” “I am no maiden” she? said back In baritone! “My name is Jack”.
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