Charade

When we played our charade,
We were like children posing:
Playing at games; Acting out names;
Guessing the parts we played.

Oh, what a bill we mad!
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill;
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.
Best on the bill:
Charade!

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.
Best on the bill:
Charade!