January 4, 2014
I'm coming,
my darling,
just wait but a minute -
I have to put on a face.

They're all here,
in the trunk
with the rusty gray latch
and the cover of dusty old lace.

We will go,
we will go!
to the masquerade ball
away from this desolate place,

Yes, I hear you a callin',
but wait for me, darling -
I still need to pick out a face.

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