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Masquerading

The lips so often frame a smile
While the eyes in salt tears swim:
And heart, repellent cup of bile,
Is filled to kiss the brim.

Oft firm and stern we find a face,
Devoid of outward sign,
A mask before the dwelling place
Of happiness divine.

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