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I'm features to be lent, both to lady and to gent with eyes that aren't my own, and expression a soulless clone. I might smile when you're sad, or frown if you're glad I'd guard tears you weep, for my mood I always keep. I grace the waltzes of noble elite, then dance all night in the Carnival street. I'm known for the telling, for tales I help weave, one of me smiling, the other will grieve. |
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borrowed face anyone can use them holes for eyes lacks life what it portrays is false covers what you really feel never changes masquerade balls found at Carnival used in plays symbol of the theater |
