This masquerade is a phenomenon of higher length,
But when do masterworks get shown by strength?
The border of the disease is final, what do we err?
Boundless reflections adorn the wall with a care.
Distinct was the evasion, distinct was the cure,
Feeling nonchalant within the walls was miniature
Principles must prevail, to enlighten is no burden,
Frivolous revenge stands in the way of the addiction.
The congress of sentences revealed themselves at last,
Daily the masque was performed, who was the cast?
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