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Masquerade - Act 4 - Masquerade
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In which not only the mask dies.
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So as the year has spent the meaning
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Of all the hopes - the bitter days.
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To learn the good within the griefing
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To hope the best as I start to sink.
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Why did I have to leave my fears
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Behind the hills of loneliness?
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Why did I have to find her here,
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who loved the black behind my mask?
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Hand scratching this face - for Christine and the days.
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Blood dripping on dust - for the love I have lost.
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My flesh and bones - for the fear and the moans.
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My life - my pain - to dream with her everyday.
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This angels voice that fell upon
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My fading life my fading lies.
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Christine may you now mask
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This dying naked soul of mine.
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Masquerade - Act 4
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| Dreams of Sanity |
