My world is turning grey
My life is slipping away
The man who was the circus is weak
Close his eyes, let him sleep
We watch the Simple Fool turn his cheek
Why does the Strong Man mock the joy of the weak
The man who was the circus is murmuring
And while he sleeps he can't help remembering
And all the clowns gather round
Wiping off their smiles as the tears drip down
The man who was the circus is gone
Still the show must go on

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