As much as I love my part
And can't wait for the acting to start
There's a feeling deep inside my heart
That there's something just not right.
It's a suggestion, a word.
It says "I love you"
And makes me think of a sword
And wit and humor.
Memories, not too long ago
But gone, definitely gone.
Memories filled with the glow
Of laughter, joy, and fun.
But stirred up in all of that
Are questions, and pain.
However, it doesn't make me sad
Because, it's gone, I say!
It is a name
It is a memory
It is a play
It is a story.
To sum it all up
In a simple word
It is this:
It is Beatrice.
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