Disguised by a mask, another stranger in Venice
For i shall not bask or expose my task, my menace
My entire being is a hidden threat, a dark silhouette
Even you are unaware as we dance this last minuet
Or so i believe but oh, how your radiant eyes can conceive
Could it be i found a purer soul on this midsummer eve?
Or is it possible that the tricker has been tricked?
I fade away, torn apart by this hostile conflict
Strategic play has failed, words won't do, i falter
Your true colors unveiled, forever left behind at the altar

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