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Imago Mortis Vida The Play Of Change

[I open my eyes. I'm inside a hospital room.] [Me:] What happened? I think I fell asleep I feel so cold I'm all alone I feel so weak I can't move on

[Boring morning. Staring at the window, I see people walking by, so far away from me.] [Me:] It makes me feel so bad when I see you glad It makes me

[Me:] Dear father In heaven Make peace at my true heart I suffer Dear father Feels like one missing part Dear father Forgive me If I ever forgot you

[I need to rest. I am tired.] [Me:] Take this bitter wine away, My Lord, Thy love is gall to me Thy hand crushes my soul and makes me be The man I must

winter of my pain: it was all in vain This night I woke up from some tragic, dazed dream To which I, forceless, could resist but never win Poor player

Me:] Why, sister Moon? Why do paint my fate so gray? Why, Three-in-one? Do reduce me to this play? [Moon invites witches.] [Me:] Vida! Vida Tragica! [