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Ther's a clown with a gleaming cown
on his curly head hung by a thread
to the apple tree but free as a bee.
Dressed in gown the clown frowns
embittered and sour at the ivory towers
of the lost game, of nobody's blame.
Follow the spider to the border, don't you linger!
Touch the rainbow-coloured water, with your fingers!
Piñata clown with his rusty crown
cuts the knot of the flaming boat
(he) thinks so loudly while silently shoutin'
Blinfold with all your power strike the clown,
in the air petals of flower will fall down.
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