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My steady breath is a bluff,
My tall graceful steps, folly,
My smile is not real,
My eyes are truthful trickery.
The sparkle from myself,
Is as good as gone,
Though this world is crowded,
I feel desolate; alone.
My cheeks that are so pure,
Once wore saddened tears,
The fashion that I wear,
Is honestly not my idea.
When people look at me I smile,
Although I feel so sad,
And tears fall down with sadness,
Once I turn my back.
The secrets that I’ve hidden,
Are locked up secretly,
And never will I tell,
Where I keep the key.
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