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The Mask
The final act is now at hand
The Witching Hour throughout the land
It's time to go and take our bow
A bloody rose thrown from the crowd
A tear streaked face so sad to leave
He bids farewell this Hallows Eve
A mask the Phantom he doth wear
A shattered heart a love so fair
Afraid to show his scar traced face
A true lost soul, such a waste
If only life was fair and kind
To the outer shell the world was blind
Then all his passion, all his grace
Would be what they see, not his face
As he ever so slowly walks onto the stage
His time is now, his coming of age
He gathers his courage, removes the
mask
All his beauty shines through, this final act
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