I was at the last call
Touched for my heart could return unspoiled
In an orphan fashion
I stepped in
Looked for an ear that'd care for my lies
By no mean doubt about the gold of my silence
Then sensed truth within my soul
I knew I had no less chance and he preferred me
And my fair promises
So here's to the clowns today
Guess a name a birthplace or a sign
Does not reveal sadness or happiness
Nor who hates who and who ignores what
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