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Take It From Me
Which face is my true face?
Or is it just masks,
Tell me oh my soul,
I have questions,to ask,
Is it the smile
That's synonymous to my face
Or is it too distant
Too far from all my ways.
Am I joyous or its just a mask,
A mask, a mask, a mask ,
Why did you ask,alas!
Why did you ask,alas!
So many a time I wear it,
It blends perfectly every time,
I feel I will be exposed,
If It falls anytime.
Let me be covered,
Let me in it hide,
This mask is my face,
Let me in it abide.
Copyright ©
Reginold Jacob
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