The New Young

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Crimson lip colour
Rosy blush and heavy mascara
Flung them off behind
Into the air, all into the air
Fake smiles and surprises
Chitty chats and flowery galas
Thrown them away as I climb higher
Higher onto the mountain with nothing
Nothing but good air
Where I smile when I smile
And chant what I chant
Take me as I am

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