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CIRCUS

potray your purpose
obey the clown because this is his circus
walking slowly to realisation like a tortoise
all I need is hope and a choice
Performer against the Audience
The bench-warmer at his defence
entertained me for too long but today I shall dance
For the first time the clown will clap his hands
they lied when they said the fans are worthless
cause when u least expect it a fan will capure your fame, your life your CIRCUS

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