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Mood: Möchte gern was schreiben aber mir fällt nichts ein
I had experienced glorious times. Years in which I was daily on the stage and the star of every show. I played everything. Beautiful princess, evil queen, fairy godmother, bad witch. Was always wide when the curtain is lifted. Felt joy when I saw the children's eyes lit up. Felt pride in applause after the last act And was always ready for use at any time. 've Never disappointed anyone, never lost a bit of my beauty. And now after years I'll hang here. Gone are the glory. Gone are the glamor Never again would thin out the curtain. Never again would I see children's eyes. Never hear the applause. I would hang this on my nail dust laying and will eventually be forgotten. This is my fate from now on. The Proud Queen-puppet leaves the throne.