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My role in life is waiting Lie still without abating Then serve when I am told Come forth and shine like gold. And on those special days Just before she plays She takes me from her box To hold her flowing locks. Above this pleasing face I give such added grace So I think it only fair She puts me in her hair. Now I must pay attention So people do not mention How ruffled she did seem When her play was very keen. But I hear the notes no trouble Up from the harp they bubble And have much better views Than, say, the lady’s shoes. So when she’s on the stage I look down on the page And see how she can carry All notes and never tarry. And I hope she keeps her pose ’Cause looking down her nose If she did only stumble ’Tis me would sorely tumble. But swift and sure she moves unharmed Once more the public she has charmed Comes to her feet and takes a bow (I have to hold on tight just now). Then evening passes into night I’ve yet again had such delight So when at last she takes me down There is no need for me to frown Instead I’ll wait the time anew When I again may shine for you.
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