Friday, 13 March 2009


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.


Just perhaps, what you ask?

You'll find happiness behind that mask.

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