Makeup Artist
As for our face love of art
Should we see white of pale faces, smiles grow
Heartbeat as we dance
Circus is in town looking for the painter on a water cloud
Artist is on paper brushing the clouds
The ticket box is painted red
Circus shadows play on ahead
Bedtime of moonlight splendor
Faintly shadows on the moon
Moment of clouds bestriding earth with bright dissolve.
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