Masks of white and gold

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All those alterations

That make up my strange creations

Masks of white and gold

For my eyes sparking soft

Different moods of temptations

Covered with my soul’s determinations

Here I stand in a golden light

Performing for the masses

And struggling with my dark sunglasses

For without a mask

I can no longer pass this task

Lost behind all my alterations

My strange, strange creations…

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