Perfect Mask

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I wear the perfect mask for him,
He who knows not what lies within
He who knows not the cries reaching grim
Not my past, nor my pain, nor my greatest sin

I wear the kindest eyes for him
He who struggles and yearns for love
He who knows not my darkest whim
And only wishes that I'd be his dove

I wear a patient smile for him,
He who holds me and calls me his
While I sing him to sleep, a soft, gentle hymn
A momentary peace, a reprieve, it is

These faces I wear, all for him
And the one that is truest, held far above
When tears are near and light is dim
Is the one that shows my love

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