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| The lights have gone dim, and the people are gone
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| And clown goes back into his caravan
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| Hangs up his smile on a hook by the door
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| And lets his ragged coat slip to the floor
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| With the sound of the children’s laughter
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| Still ringing in his ears
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| Laughing 'cause they’re happy
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| They laugh to hide their fears
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| Clown loves the children
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| For, like him, they fear
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| The world does not exist tonight
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| And only the circus
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| Only the circus is real
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| As real as the elephants that trumpet in the ring
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| Real like the trapeze, see it swing
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| Real like the man who eats real fire
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| Real like the lady on the high wire
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| But the people have gone, his identity gone
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| Clown peeps through he window of his caravan
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| From the trees on the common
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| The town looks so small
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| Clown puts on his coat and goes out the door
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| And the distant neon lights
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| They shine above the town
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| «It's almost like a circus», thinks clown
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| Then half with fear
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| And half with delight
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| Shivering, shaking
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| Clown stands laughing
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| Clown stands laughing
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| Clown is laughing at the night |