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They Fit on my Mask
Here the lies were painted
Where the foreigners danced
Their veils flowed, my eyes covered
I sit in dust, they fit on my mask
High walls surround me
But I am safe in my disguise
My face becomes anothers
Not a soul will recognize these lies
They told me I was a Jew
Their intentions I know not
their brush strokes Define me
foreigners rejoice as in the dust I rot
The paint swallowed me whole
My canvas belonged not to me
My youth was written by others
My mask was my identity
Here the lies were painted
Where the foreigners danced
Their veils flowed, my eyes covered
I sit in dust, they fit on my mask
I fell into the emptiness
my emotions begin their raid
A moistened tear drifts
My facade begins to fade
Independence for three
My head my heart my soul
I act for the sake of no one
Foreigners forgotten role
Conformity is a fault
Hear nothing but my own voice
Running into the endless night
Stripped of all else, Natives rejoice
Here
lies
the foreigners
Their veils
covered
in dust
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