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Painted Face
A painted face
Glows in the dark
Follow the plain flowers
Where the rain won't fall
It's a broken dream
The glass is old
Like the dead eyes
Flowers and the dead
Covered in white
But it is strange
And it is mindless
The truth is hiding
From the glory ceiling
To the hollow door
The ears are there
Where no one listens
A voice above the black
Is shouting for a dream
Where we no longer go
Where we no longer care
Holding it high
To let it fall
On the stones of love