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A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty showThrough the pane of pain, the master clown did blowThe circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhymeWhere I forged my chains, creating this pantomimePretending to be normal, I wait until after darkThen I paint the frown on, get a whore from the parkAt the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chestShe watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from restShe dances for the maniac, twirling on her stringsI will make her mine, sharing damaged thingsI will be her riddle, she will help me grinSo why does she run away, she has to let me inNo one loves the clown, not even the midgetWe've gone too far, she will know my secretLove can break the hardest mask, I know this to be trueNightmares have hearts too, I only needed youWithout my box I can't be meKidnapped by a clown close to the seaHe's torn inside where one equals twoOne I hate, the other I love trueSecrets and lies become alibisSivan is damaged, it's in his eyesRiddles unravel when you know who mastersNow Imogene's only home is MastersAn eye playing spy held me togetherWhen I broke, he broke, two ends of frayed tetherWe're joined by the past like twin souls in hellInnocent angels molested, and fellI escaped it, but need to go back.To love the man with his face painted black.The circus is known for its eternal magicOur tent of freedom is simply tragic.Once a little girl fell, then she fell for meI'm a fool, and she's a fool for meThere's a clown inside us all; a purposeBut this life, it's all just a circus.This set includes HUNG a m/m Cirque world Novella
