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wake up in the morning put on my face and start working contrary to popular belief it's much more than mascara and lipstick to make things clearer here's how it goes, my dear: over my face(my breathless, real, dreamfresh face) i slip my daytime mask perfect, isn't it? oh wait, my eyes are peeking out (my curious, real, windbrushed eyes) where are my work- eyes? oh, of course, they're in the top, lefthand corner workbrain. snap them on and... i'm ready for work if i don't put the daytime mask on why, then imight be Myself how fatal that would be! my breathless, real, dreamfresh face might say things to shock my workmouth and my curious, real, windbrushed eyes may cry torrents when they shouldn't shed a drop but look at the Master with slaveeyes handy things, faces the best ones cost little more than a few moments of your time they're made of the best materials a stream of compliments for Mr BossMan heartless smiles, veiled looks a frown or two so you see, my dear it's not a box of blusher and a can of hairspray to see you through a brand-new day handy things, faces oh, don't forget the vacant, purposeful look a pair of ears that drown the cry of someone desperate for help and a Nose that won't let you stop and smell with relish such a trivial thing as the first rose of sweet spring
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