She walks in her ordained cage
Where reigns an eternal night
Her only window to the day
Is a peephole for a pencil of light!
Can’t say when her lips part in jollity
Or clouds gather in her eyes
Her face only the privileged can see
The world must see her in disguise!
You may wonder if she ever has the will
To break from the decree and be free
Remove from her face the veil
Run wild for all to see!
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