Muster up the forces of invention
And make for me another little world,
The twin and image of the one we know.
Then step inside.
And then -- within this brief, imagined O --
Unfold the scenes we played when we were young.
But do you take my part, each piece of it.
Live in my skin.
Do this for me, and do it earnestly,
And then -- why then, when you have played your scene,
And made your curtsey, I'll be full of thanks.
Thanks, and farewells.
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