When We Played Our Charade

We Were Like Children Posing

Playing At Games

Acting Out Names

Guessing The Parts We Played



Oh, What A Hit We Made

We Came On Next To Closing

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Lovers Until

Love Left The Masquerade



Fate Seemed To Pull The Strings

I Turned And You Were Gone

While From The Darkened Wings

The Music Box Played On



Sad Little Serenade

Song Of My Heart's Composing

I Hear It Still

I Always Will

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Charade