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The Sound of Life in Masquerade

I once thought music a joy of life,
Whose power has kept us ever fresh,
By polishing heavy chains,
That we ourselves have laid,
And to sweet memories shackled.

Rather, it is a key,
To a dark place within,
That unwilling hands cannot help but turn,
Wherein we find hostage youth;
To whom we have forbidden death,
And through great pain, left to witness,
Better days.

 

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