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What dance, what little dance they gave you!

The lie in the guise of a festival,

Adorned with streamers.

And in the favorite dances,

The women like hungry dogs,

In search of fleeting pleasure,

At the feast of falsehood and masks.

The dance is a parade of illusions,

Where every step hides a distorted truth,

And the party, with its colors and lights,

Is merely a façade for the hidden disillusion.

Thus, the festival of lies unfolds,

With streamers covering the emptiness,

And the dances, laden with desire,

Reveal the insatiable hunger of a dark world.

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