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I court gay scenes of pleasure now;
I chase the shadows from my brow;
I strive the careless tone to catch;
The smile of thoughtless glee to snatch!
I chase the shadows from my brow;
I strive the careless tone to catch;
The smile of thoughtless glee to snatch!
With jealous skill and anxious care,
I seek the covering mask to wear;
And fain would veil, with subtle art,
Each rebel-movement of my heart!
I seek the covering mask to wear;
And fain would veil, with subtle art,
Each rebel-movement of my heart!
And not alone when 'mongst the crowd,
Thus do I strive my griefs to enshroud;
But still disown them, still elude,
In mine unbroken solitude!
Thus do I strive my griefs to enshroud;
But still disown them, still elude,
In mine unbroken solitude!
Not for the crowd such mask I wear;
Nor for their vain opinions care:
They may, or they may not, believe
It is myself I would deceive!
Nor for their vain opinions care:
They may, or they may not, believe
It is myself I would deceive!
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