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Circus Light's
Everything became but a bizarre act in vague....
Yet no one seemed to mind and, tis been so long
Shifting pods while moving props; when in Rome
Do what the mockingbirds do ? Strip the feathers
Then the fowls; pin them, unto the donkeys tail's....
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...."Circus Light's" ˜
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