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Shall I stop now, singing my story?
story is over audience left it is only me and empty chairs close those lights, please... Pay for my night I have to buy a cake of soap drop me home I am tired, can't walk pass me the sherry, please... Shall I sleep... the entire road back to home? put me straight in the bed pull the sheets till my nostrils I might feel cold, don't forget do not leave me in cold I am so tired. keep these tokens of appreciation in the red, broken flower vase there are many, few gold pieces do not take any, they are mine Give me a day's off tomorrow I think I will not be slept enough do not wake me up, close those windows children shout, disturbs my sleeps blow off the candles also, please before leaving my bedroom. Here your coins, take them and leave without a frowning face undress me if you are not late for home bath me if your suit is not new or rented I am so tired. I need to sleep
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