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When the music has ended its slow decrescendo And the clock has struck its final key, When all the elegant gowns have departed, All that is left is simple, plain me.
The beauty and splendor all too soon vanished Left in its place: a bare, empty carcass, Burning red rouge, replaced by pale, tired skin, Dark, thick lashes become dull and thin.
At the ball, a princess, brilliance and light, Afterwards, a corpse, skin stretched too tight.
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In the beginning of a change the patriot is
a scarce man and brave, and hated and scorned.
When his cause succeeds,
the timid join him for then
it costs nothing to be a patriot.
-Mark Twain
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a persist
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In the beginning of a change the patriot is
a scarce man and brave, and hated and scorned.
When his cause succeeds,
the timid join him for then
it costs nothing to be a patriot.
-Mark Twain
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a persist
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