When we played our charade, we were like children posing, playing at games, acting out names, guessing the parts we played. Oh, what a bill 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 hear it still, I always will Best on the bill -- charade.