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: 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