Introdução:     When we played our charade   We were like children posing   Playing at games acting out names   Guessing the parts we played   Oh what a hit we made   We came on next to closing   Best on the bill lovers until   Love left the masquerade   Fate seemed to pull the strings   I turned and you were gone   While from the darkened wings   The music box played on sad little serenade   Song of my heart’s composing   I hears it still I always will   Best of the bill   charade Interlude: /u>>Em Fate seemed to pull the strings   I turned and you were gone   While from the darkened wings   The music box played on sad little serenade   Song of my heart’s composing   I hears it still I always will   Best of the bill   charade