The elegant, plush gowns.
The intricate, lacy masks.
The sly smiles of the mysterious beholder of the mask.
You’re at a masquerade ball.
Oh, how I wish I could attend one.
Those masks call to me.
The feathers
The vibrant colors
The designs
The secrets that are concealed beneath them
Are hushed.
I wonder what they are.
The intricate, lacy masks.
The sly smiles of the mysterious beholder of the mask.
You’re at a masquerade ball.
Oh, how I wish I could attend one.
Those masks call to me.
The feathers
The vibrant colors
The designs
The secrets that are concealed beneath them
Are hushed.
I wonder what they are.
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