That French Show with the Good Lighting

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Melancholy sinks its teeth 
into my neck with cunning
As I recall our history
through a sepia haze... 
And leave the ending a mystery. 

Oh, but we were stunning
The light always knew exactly 
where to hit our faces. 
Casting us in silhouette
Unable to take true form just yet. 

But the promise of it
was tantalising, so close I could taste it
Like a promise kept in suspense.
So I lived in perpetual sunset
Never seeing the full light of day.

Even as the curtains closed
and lights dimmed
The applause began to slow
We muttered about losing our window
But we were just a no hit wonder
With nothing to show. 

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