| In a provincial town
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| It was a holiday, the music sounded,
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| But in the cheering crowd
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| The ominous face of a tramp appeared ...
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| He walked as if alone
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| The crowd didn't notice him.
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| And somehow strange on him
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| Saw local dogs...
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| In a black top hat, in an old outfit,
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| The traveler was in a hurry to the city for the holiday.
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| I made my way through the mountains and smiled,
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| But the stone fell into the abyss from the mountain peaks...
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| He was wearing a dirty cloak,
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| The black cylinder is crumpled into an accordion,
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| He looked down at his feet
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| And he was clutching a mask in his fist.
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| But someone suddenly shouted: "Hi!
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| You'd have some fun.
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| On such a cheerful bright day
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| How can you be so unhappy?"
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| In a black top hat, in an old outfit,
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| The traveler was in a hurry to the city for the holiday.
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| I made my way through the mountains and smiled,
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| But the stone fell into the abyss from the mountain peaks...
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| And the rogue looked up
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| And he answered in an angry voice:
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| "I would be glad to torture everyone
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| And that's why I'm so unhappy.
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| I'm wearing a red monkey mask
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| I dreamed of getting to you on a holiday,
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| If not for the cursed stone,
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| What fell on my head!
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| In a black top hat, in an old outfit,
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| The traveler was in a hurry to the city for the holiday.
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| I made my way through the mountains and smiled,
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| But the stone fell into the abyss from the mountain peaks... |