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The Flying Circusms::~ww~Is life a circus with fun and play,Is life a world that's never grey,Or is it a world of shame today~ith false resurrections and nothing to say?The clowns in outfits match their smiles,Their cherry and grey gleam all the while,The ringmaster smiles and introducesThe further mania which he produces.We laugh and say, oh, is it so,We laugh and then get up to go,We rise and stretch and say in sorrowI'm sad, it's over, let's come tomorrow.But tomorrow is never,The today reigns forever,That stupid smile upon his faceWill not return; it's lost its place.So we say, it could be worse,The time we seek could be a curse,The ringmaster will help us see -When we bend down and start our plea.But ringmasters are not without faults,They too can turn their somersaults,We may have picked the different road;The truth we seek could be in the code.And if the lions roar and seek,If the clowns reveal a certain leak,Leave, but quick, and here return,Because this once might be your turn.See the acrobats swinging, swaying,See the clowns laughing, playing,See the ringmasters smiling, saying,See the lions roaring, obeying.~w~iill©Iill145