What is life but a mascaraed?
Of secret faces with babbles of shame
Of mime faces with painted on tears
With drawn smiles to hide the blame.
What is life but a parade of clowns?
White paint faces and upturned smiles
Laughter fake as the daisy pinned
Spots of colors to hide my guile's
What is life but the jokes of man?
To make fun of others to mask our pain
To tease, to fun, to play the fool
From all the folly, where’s the gain?
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