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They're gathered in circlesthe lamps light their facesthe crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drummingkeep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then it dies
Would you like my mask?would you like my mirror?cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourselfyou can look at each otheror you can look at the face of your god
The stories are wovenand fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scatteredon rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like my mask?would you like my mirror?cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourselfyou can look at each otheror you can look at the face of your god
The lessons are writtenon parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nilesays the shadowy voice
In the firelight, the cobrais casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like my mask?would you like my mirror?cries the man in the shadowing hood
You cna look at yourselfyou can look at each otheror you can look at the face of your god
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