Smiling faces hide a tear in the eye
Of hearts joined and a loving life
Are pretenses put up to hide strife ?
I fail to see the point being made
To evade whom do we equivocate?
Our scars and wounds are proofs
Of having lived the way we choose
Life is a stage, and an honest play
Is all we need to be happy and gay
Is all we need to be happy and gay
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