The circus filled with laughter and joy
As the harlequin risk its life for all the fame
despite smiles and flashes across thine face
behind a mask is sorrow of isolation and grief
for all it is to ye, a silly joke.
a mockery
a dummy
an pitying sap of the unforgiving circus
for all ye look forward is laughter
and when thee does thine last laugh, let ye boo at thee.
thee is no one's jester. and thee mustn't treat one as such
and must thine treat itself as one
JESTER.txt
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