Friday 13 March 2009

Masquerade

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Come to the ball.

Dance through the hall.

A glorious play for all.

A mask is needed for this play.

Hide thine face, so you can stay.


Love is a dance.

Of exquisite romance.

The truth, or a lie.

Whatever the hopes, the dreams may die.

Perhaps.

Just perhaps, what you ask?

You'll find happiness behind that mask.
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