The Masquerade
Masked dancers in the Dance of life
We move sedately . . . wearily together,
Afraid to show a sign of inward strife,
We hold our souls in tether.
We move sedately . . . wearily together,
Afraid to show a sign of inward strife,
We hold our souls in tether.
We dance with proud and smiling lips,
With frank appealing eyes, with shy hands clinging.
We sing, and few will question if there slips
A sob into our singing.
With frank appealing eyes, with shy hands clinging.
We sing, and few will question if there slips
A sob into our singing.
Each has a certain step to learn,
Our prisoned feet move staidly in set paces,
Our prisoned feet move staidly in set paces,
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