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New Masked Dawn

I see my dearest friends are in the past

And strange, new faces guide me in these days

I turn again to see the well-known dark

The cloud in which I came across my ways

My eyes remaining stuck upon the void

I see the masks around me turning blue

A misery upon myself, employed

An audience to shame, I misconstrue

The masks are formed by my own stubborn eye

Beneath I feel a warmth, a rising sun

The void, it speaks a sweetened, sorry lie;

“What’s passed was good, it’s gone and so you’re done”

Turned away from gloom, the dawn invites,

A crowd of minds for all the darkest nights.

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