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[Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black. One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave.] [Me:] White one said to me how thin my life supposed to be Gray one called it delusion White one said that I suffer from a doomed disease Black one called it salvation and sin White Gray Black spinners of this vulgar fate The thread of life is not broken yet I defy you to rewrite your lines Redefine my part, rearrange all this play Why me? Why me? Why? [Beautiful enough, Moon arises.] [Me:] Why, sister Moon? Why do paint my fate so gray? Why, Three-in-one? Do reduce me to this play? [Moon invites witches.] Songtexte [Me:] Vida! Vida Trágica! [Witchat:] Mítica Lógica Qu'ntica Trágica Pérfida Sórdida Pútrida Trágica Mágica Cética Cínica Trágica Lépida Lívida Lúdica Trágica Germinal Terminal Aus Songtexte Mania