My blessings don't disguise
Rather they imitate the fool on parade
Hand in hand for the masquerade
until the sun falls to meets the horizon
I went and I stood beside them
In a harlequin gown made from old names
Stitched together by Folly's maids
Dance until the time strikes twelve
Take a step back and give a bow
Cast a spell just long enough to allow
One last ballad for an inviting soul.
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