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Magicians and dreamers, they wander the night,

Complaining of troubles, yet never take flight.

Floating on clouds, with no plans in hand,

Chasing the winds, while neglecting the land.

Casting their spells with a sigh and a frown,

Leaving the world in a magical gown.

Putting on hats, they change their fate,

Changing masks like the seasons, they don't hesitate.

Pulling the strings of love, they dance on a string,

Hiding their flaws while all the impostors talk beautifully.

A puppet queen with a mini sombrero,

Weakness shrouded, she’s never a hero.

Battling shadows, she cowers in fright,

Afraid to confront the dark of the night.

Her crown’s just a burden of glitter and dust,

In a world soaked with violence, who can we trust?

Putting on hats, they change their fate,

Changing masks like the seasons, they don't hesitate.

Pulling the strings of love, they dance on a string,

Hiding their flaws while all the impostors talk beautifully.

By putting on hats, they change their fate,

Changing masks like the seasons, they don't hesitate.

Pulling the strings of love, they dance on a string,

Hiding their flaws, while all the tricksters skillfully convince

Fleeting fame wrapped in flashy clothes,

Changing lovers like trends, driven by desire.

Once sacred bonds now hang by a thread,

Caps and wigs conceal a body that was once real.

In this masquerade of dazzling deception,

beyond the flash of the camera,

despair, hopelessness, and emptiness.

Putting on hats, they change their fate,

Changing masks like the seasons, they don't hesitate.

Pulling the strings of love, they dance on a string,

Hiding their flaws while all the impostors talk nicely.

In tailored suits with frayed connections,

Glamour masked by smiles of pure perfection,

Top hats twirl while secrets bake,

And the scent of fine wine cloaks mistakes.

Yet behind the silk and gold threads they wear,

Every human has needs, beyond the glare.

Strapping on their hats, they alter their fate,

Changing masks like seasons, can’t hesitate.

Pulling strings of love, they dance on a string,

Concealing their flaws while the phonies all sing.

Cowboy hats tipped low, heroes on the trail,

Riding through storms, never afraid to fail.

With grit in their hearts and resolve in their eyes,

They stand for the truth, while the pretense all dies.

In the end, it’s not just the charm that portrays,

But actions that echo through life’s rugged maze.