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Pale Forest
Son, it's never as it seems the flowing of the silver streams Where people laugh and smile and say no day is as beautiful as today I wear the mask of perfection whenever their heads turn my way Clutched in the embrace of rejection in a room where I must stay In hiding It's where I keep my dreams alive residing It's the only place where I can survive Even my mother never knew that the face she saw was never true In my room there lives no friend for whom I must pretend My gleaming mask upon inspection is where a hundred diamonds lay and no one sees the true reflection where every stone is grey In hiding It's where I keep my dreams alive subsiding to my place in their hive ...
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