Pride is the untrue mask, Shame is a cloak that clings, Tenderness oft is a trammelling veil Because of truth that stings. O to be stript, and to use All one`s soul entire! To be seen in the light, to be known for one`s own, To abound in the beauty of desire! As the young man casts his clothes, And, freed to the living air, Runs down the radiant ocean--sands With singing body bare.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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