Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over.
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
The carinval is over.
'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela
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