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| Pete Atkin sings
The Master Of The Revels by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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Allow me to present myself, my ladies
And gentlemen of this exalted age Before my creatures take the stage For I am the Master of the Revels In what appertains to mirth I am a sage I work myself to death for each production And though the world's great wits are all on file I have not been known to smile For I am the Master of the Revels And mastery demands a certain style In my office hang the blueprints Of the first exploding handshake And the charted trajectories of custard pies For Harlequin ten different kinds of heartbreak For Columbine the colour of her eyes Some other windows darken in the evening And never before morning show a light But for me there is no night For I am the Master of the Revels The caller-up and caster-in of devils And I am here for your instruction and delight | |||||
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