A Night in the Old Marketplace
Epilogue
[Curtain]
Narrator [entering and about to speak when he hears voices behind the scrim. Walking over, he peers through an opening in it]:
How they weep, how they mourn,
The wind-borne dead!
No new life was granted them.
Listen.
[Voices can be heard from behind the scrim, receding in to the distance.]
First Voice:
There once was someone who went off
A…
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