Isnґt it rich
Are we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Where are the clowns

Isnґt it bliss
Donґt you approve
One who keeps tearing around
One who canґt move
Where are the clowns
Send in the clowns

Just when Iґd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there

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