when the stage is right, and you are in sight, then will I recite a poem for your excite, of my love that lingers on.
The flame of fame had driven me insane and your love did I insult, on this stage I stand and your love do I proclaim, not minding the fame nor the mutilating names I might later be called
On this stage I stand and your love mine to maintain.
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