All of the plaster, the metal the wood
Changes the face, just the way it should
The beautiful faces forever stuck
The happy the sad, and the terror struck
Oh the Masquerade ball
How in the the end we crawl
On our hands and knees
picking up pieces we never need
The wonderful feather, the bright gems
the starched fabric, the silver hem
the pitiful faces sewn behind
always stuck but never kind
So now we dance, all through the night
With the bear and the wolf, who always bites
The jolly jester so light on his feet
A rather hard character, to stop by and meet
And when the clock chimes, and we bid the adieu
The one lonely soul, still searching for you
Hidden in the shadows but never lost
You dance for him, at whatever the cost
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