Maybe if we all sing this at the top of our lungs, Douglas will hear and take note

No, stay
Though we do care if you have a life,
Don't hide away
Your departure caused us all such strife;
Come back
And be the singer that we knew...
Pardon, we mean actor too
What on earth are we to do?
You're gone
A vision who was, oh, so real
We must go on
Only CD's to help us heal
Oh, Lord,
How could we all obsess like this?
We envy Marguerite your kiss
And like great fools,
believe in bliss
So what?
God knows,
we are all fools
Women astounded by your skill
Figures ripe for ridicule
Who, though you hide,
long for you still
So be it then,
we'll ask you soon...
(Soon as you get yourself some rest)
...to return again to make us swoon
Something you always did the very best!
Douglas!
We're broke now,
but we're still alive
So slowly,
as you feel yourself revive
In time,
if you find you can take more of us
If we have to sell the house
Yes,
we'll see ev'ry show,
hear ev'ry song;
Don't tarry long!

Jane Doe (haha)

a.k.a Barbara Trenn

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