Strangers, turned familiar faces
With voices that wowed.
They became casual stars
In a bright friendly sky.
They made us laugh.
They made us cry.
We learned to call them
By household names.
And they, painting with
Broad strokes and bold colors,
Brought a certain flair to life—
Making everything
A harmless fantasy.
But in reality,
They too must leave.
And just like everyone else,
They're gone. All gone.
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