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We all need the clowns to make us smile
the high off top lifted high their banner
honk the horn with words perverted
bury me deep below the trees come and sit next to me
popcorn and fancy feet with Bozo nose
make up to make you want to throw up
cosmic chatter prepared for the matter
in columns of pillars left decorated to its scene
　
laughter helps to permeate the whole host of chatter
heros flock through the corridor prepared for the great here after
love is the single thing they promote through the chains of noise pollution
many are scared of then yet who are they anyways
a parting flower display in spaces to pray
violation of the innocent sought with tears
to calm all fears alone in the dark places to park
　
