| Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds
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| Fused my dust from a light year
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| Squeezed me to her breast, sewed me with carbon
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| Strung my warp across time
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| Gave me each a horse, sunrise and graveyard
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| Told me only I was her
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| Bid me face the east, closed me in questions
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| Built the sky for my dawn
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| Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty
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| Zebra ride to the Cirkus
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| Past a painted cage, spoke to the paybox
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| Glove which wrote on my tongue
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| Pushed me down a slide to the arena
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| Megaphonium fanfare
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| In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster
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| Bid me join the parade
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| «Worship!» |
| cried the clown, «I am a T. V
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| Making bandsmen go clockwork
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| See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman
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| Bareback ladies have fish»
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| Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman
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| Acrobatically juggling
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| Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
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| Lest the mirror stop turning
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| Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk
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| Ate the floors of their cages
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| Strongmen lost their hair, paybox collapsed and
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| Lions sharpened their teeth
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| Gloves raced round the ring, stallions stampeded
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| Pandemonium seesaw
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| I ran for the door, ringmasters shouted
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| «All the fun of the Cirkus!» |