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My face is under the eternal mask

Paler than the moon, more transparent than leaves,

Like on a canvas, I paint on it – my mask:

Peace, prosperity, comfort and benefits

I paint the bitterness in white,

I hide the pain under the lipstick of pink color,

I’ll wash the grief from face, alright

No loneliness, no night and no hell…

But it’s make-up for everyone. And you?

You, please, accept me with no one of masks.

You truly know price of pure soul

The meaning of the canvas, untouched

                                    by paint of cast.