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Once I played upon the open stage,
I was popular, yeah, I was the rage! In tragedy, I could make them cry. In comedy, I was their natural high. In musicals, I did excel. My notes rang clear as a bell. I could sing just like a bird. I was known, I was the "word." But all of that disappeared somehow. Do you even know me now?
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