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Clowns and Poets
This is all that we are
Some only look near
Some gaze near and far
We'll all die in the end
But will we die knowing a true friend
Clown and Poets
We do not mix
Some play with their brains
Some play with the rock and the stick
Some come far
Some go near
Some live in peace
Some tread with fear
Some will come back
Some will stay
One day our life will end
Some day it will be taken away
Chose how you live
Chose how you die
Chose what you know
Chose when and why
Dont chose to go
Chose to stay
Chose to live
Chose to steal the day