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Roles

So now, must match the morrow
Too bold and brave we trot
Nevermore sweet peace to find
All things possible, if not
There to find the end we walk
In places others only talk
So now, these are our places
Evermore the nameless faces
Of our marching souls

Toneelschuur, Haarlem.

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