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A painted mask Resides ahead Upon her face Until she's dead No one but her Can see right through The painted mask To what is true They talk so I'll Of beauty fair And none to know A gen so rare I missed the way It used to be I wish that you Would let me see Put down the mask And let me meet The girl who is So fair, so sweet I'll find that girl That girl I've known I'll find her And bring her home
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
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A painted mask Resides ahead Upon her face Until she's dead No one but her Can see right through The painted mask To what is true They talk so I'll Of beauty fair And none to know A gen so rare I missed the way It used to be I wish that you Would let me see Put down the mask And let me meet The girl who is So fair, so sweet I'll find that girl That girl I've known I'll find her And bring her home
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
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