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I don't like all this you know. I tell myself it's just a job and then in my dreams these words float by: Because thou hast the power and ownst the grace to see through and behind this mask of me, against which the years have beat thus blenchingly with their rains, and behold my soul's true face." It seems so long ago. My soul's true face.
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