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The mask mended again and again, pretences perfected in utter vain;
years of detaining the piercing pain and of swallowing the bitter bane;
has melted forth as a proglacial lake with my fashioned façade mercilessly flain;
as once more I lay sorrowfully slain amid the halo of my soul's remains.
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