Masquerade
We may all be strangers here
But one can never know
The depths of dissimulation
A hint of assignation
The facial features behind the masks
The true expressions
The subtle nuance
The slight inflexions
Which may imply
A hidden meaning
To detect something real
Betrayed by flashing eyes
A curling of the lip
A movement of the mouth
Concealing private coldness
While expressing something warmer
In this all-too-public fancy dress
A costumed charade
A pretence of better feelings
But secrets held within
This phoney masquerade
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