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The Figure of a Monkey"Masquerade/Paper faces on parade/Masquerade/Hide your face so the world will never find you
"He sings along to the tune I play, my cymbals quietly clicking together. Suddenly, a cold, shaky hand covers half of my face, to match his. I can't help but feel terribly bad for him.The man is named Erik. He and I first met when he built a maze of mirrors for the Shah of Persia. Nadir, the Daroga, gave him to me as a companion when he decided to leave for Paris.Erik is not like other men. For instance, his face is disfigured on the left side. He has a strange lip that goes up his face, and a terrible scab showing tissue up on his forehead. He's balding and has a few strands of blondish-white hair. However, he does not know how to act around people. He's caring and compassionate sometimes, but violent and evil at others.Suddenly, his hand is removed from my face. Standing before him is Christine, his true love, dressed as a beautiful bride. Christine was never in love with him&