Tuesday, October 5, 2010


The roles are cast, the stage is set
The music plays, there's no regret
It's time to dance, the dance of death

The masks we don, our faces obscured
Pretentious eyes are all that's spurred
The emotions race, it's time we purled

An exchange of glances, o maiden true
Our hearts they seem, to misconstrue
But then again, I do not know you

And when its time, to turn and dip
The masks we don, shall fall and slip
The time has come, we fall asleep

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