The masquerade stands,
Alone and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Proud and arrogant.
But like a wall of ice,
Which can remain,
But only for a time,
The sunshine of spring,
Melts away the ice of winter,
The masquerade topple over,
And slowly melts away.
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