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To a fanfare and a cheer
Comes the pinnacle of this parade
Dressed in his fineries
Please welcome
The king of the masquerade

Revered and respected
A fine spectacle indeed
Each act evokes,
All you could ask
All you could need

Admiration for the mask
The man, merely its stage
Honest eyes hidden,
Within the shadows of charade

Yet the audience assumes
The audience wants more
But the show must end
The mask slips to the floor