In a dimmly lit room
Where stars of artificail glories shone
I saw a glimmer of grace under a mystical moon-
Slowly, happily, inside a new rose began to bloom.
Now the moon and stars have dimmed and come
To an undeserved and misunderstood rest
And in the course of a night
The rose's bloom began fading under an unknowen test.
Tears of saddness I must cry now,
As I know you are forced to take your final bow.
Farewell...

~~Tribute to the US Tour and Broadway cast.~~

Zenobia