In a fair after the ride,
They greet the joker with a pie,
Accepts it wish a smile,
Without the sign of cry
Rolls on wheels,
Hangs on thread,
It means a lot to him,
Cuz thats his earned bread
The man who spends whole life,
To make the faces smile,
Is like a withering leaf,
When called to rest in peace
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