Master of Masks

Oh master of masks
Save me from the streets
I’m orphaned and young
No shoes on my feet

My hair is cut short
I’m dressed as a boy
I need a savior
My life needs some joy

Fed, clothed and taught me
But you need a son
That you can employ
I found you one

You now stand accused
Of kidnapping him
I’ll dangle myself
To gain your freedom

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Grandpa grandpa
Teach me your art
I am but a girl
But i can be smart
I’ll carry your torch
I will rise to the task
When you’re gone to heaven
I’ll be master of masks

The general was moved
Injustice he saw
Released you from jail
A matter of law

Such courage he said
From such a small child
We now reunite
You call me grandchild

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Bridge
Street performer
Colorful masks
Bringing great joy
To all who ask

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