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Paul Laurence Dunbar It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay let them only see us, while We wear the mask. To Thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh, the clay is vile Beneath our feet and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask. |