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The Baroque Masquerade
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2006 A girl with hope so high
sits, so pensive, on a swing
she stares at her trembling hands
and slowly starts to weep.
Tonight, lovers hearts are torn
old love fades, new love born
Destructions of what we care are done
While creations of other's hearts are won
Not for our fair girl
Still sitting pensive on a swing
still she cries, but she knew
what only coming here could bring
More kisses, more hugs
more deceitful words
a baroque masquerade
Where the words dressed her
in deceptive Diamonds and Pearls
that's when she felt pretty
in her place with him
Her dream place, as one might dare to say
As she always left her place
at the very light of a brand new day
She missed her Pearls,
Her Diamonds and the Masquerade
He never dressed her up
when she was that far away
She waited and she waited
but he had none to say
So she went to her dream place
as often as she may
The dreams did start to fade
As her visits began to increase
her Diamonds and her Pearls
soon turned into rusting debris
She didn't mind it
no Diamonds, no Pearls
she wanted the heart of a boy
who already had hers.
