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My silence knot is tied up in my hair,
As if to keep love out of my eyes.
I cannot speak to one for whom I care.
A hatpin serves as part of my disguise.
In the play, my role is baticeer,
A word which here means "person who trains bats."
The audience may feel a prick of fear,
As if sharp pins were hidden in their hats.
My co-star lives on what we call a brae.
His solitude might not be just an act.
A piece of mail fails to arrive one day.
This poignant melodrama's based on fact.
The curtain fall just as the knot unties,
The silence broken by the one who dies.