From these painted smiles, a distant greeting's best,
Their friendship, a hollow echo, their enmity, a pest.
From these painted smiles, a distant greeting's best.
Their friendship, a hollow echo, their enmity, a pest.
From these painted smiles, a distant greeting's best.
Pale faces veiled by powders and lipstick's hue,
Like caricatures, they drift into view.
These are the lamps of the gathering, brightly they gleam.
From these painted smiles, a distant greeting's best,
Their friendship, a hollow echo, their enmity, a pest.
From these painted smiles, a distant greeting's best.
Gaze upon their faces, witness their plight,
Even you, dear sir, would turn from the light.
They mock their own selves, a laughter so frail.
From these painted smiles, a distant greeting's best,
Their friendship, a hollow echo, their enmity, a pest.
From these painted smiles, a distant greeting's best.
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