I was happy,
as a clown,
when I got the news.
I thought nothing could burst,
my happy little bubble.
But then,
you found out my news,
the wrong way.
I wanted to tell you,
to explain to you.
But I was too late,
You took it the wrong way.
Then you wouldn't listen to me anymore,
And you burst my happy little bubble,
Where I thought it couldn't be bursted.
But it bursted nevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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