opera tragedy

in the middle of this darkly rusted night
we perform this deep, tragic tale

hiding this ugly face behind a mask
so that no one will disturb it, for it is my love

the curtain on the opulent stage is closed
I, the only thing you are allowed to see
and you, who saw my face without the mask..
now, the act of tragedy begins

everything you can see, I steal away
and your voice too..

searching for the beautiful girl who changed her shape


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