Gone the foolish masquerade,
the stranger born of my familiar
sits face-to-face,
our broken masks lie lame,
love no miracle elastic
‘Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!’
What illusion shall I conjure next?
Gone the foolish masquerade,
the stranger born of my familiar
sits face-to-face,
our broken masks lie lame,
love no miracle elastic
‘Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!’
What illusion shall I conjure next?
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