The Masque

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A dream is a dream,
and life is life,
A dance is a ball,
Hatred a knife.

A stab in the back,
means blood on the floor,
life is only a dream from before.

A dream, a wish, a memory once had,
a large top hat stained with murder, how sad!
It fell on the floor from atop of your head,
Once draped with Couture, now you are dead.





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