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Said the Clown to the Fool
One would think, the progression through time
Would not be, like a drained glass of wine
Rocks may seem, like they are pretty jewels
Said the clown to the fool
Hope for more, change for hope after all
Change by time, kissed by this never call
May you known, broken tools, broken tools
Said the clown to the fool
Move then stay, sings Chronos from his web
Stagnate the steps, of this flow that will ebb
Can you see, the two hands in the pool
Said the clown to the fool
Batons will pass, hopes and dreams upon this
Shatter them, shatter me if I miss
If you think, things change you are the fool
Said the clown to the…
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