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The Mask
| ‘Put off that mask of burning gold | | With emerald eyes.’ | | ‘O no, my dear, you make so bold | | To find if hearts
be wild and wise, | | And yet not cold.’ | | | | | | ‘I would but find what’s there to find, | | Love or deceit.’ | | ‘It was the
mask engaged your mind, | | And after set your heart to beat, | | Not what’s behind.’ | | | | | | ‘But lest you are my
enemy, | | I must enquire.’ | | ‘O no, my dear, let all that be; | | What matter, so there is but fire | | In you, in me?’ |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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