All week I’ve worn this wig and dress

And watched the camp convoy of scandal pass

And asked “For such fey art could I care less

Strutting on heels, so far from my dear lass?”

There’s just one curtain-up I want to see – 

Two lids rising above two marvellous eyes 

The world’s no stage but just a set for me,

A background for the two blue stars I prize.

I’d take the littlest part, however mean,

So long as you are with me in the scene. 

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