act_2 jennifer their moon was cardboard fragile it was very apt to fray and what was last night's scenic may be cynic by today oh, the play's not done oh no, not quite for life never ends in the moonlit night and despite what pretty poets say the night is only half the day so we would like to truly finish what was (so) foolishly begun for the story is not ended and the play is never done until all of us have been burned a bit and burnished by the sun 000512 what's it to you? who go blather from