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clown
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Of this old chest
If I open a drawer
Should remember it; there is not
Thought overflowed
If though I remember photograph old days to sleep in an old album and bear tears and remained silent, I notice
Laugh like a clown
Vomit sad thought
Even one seems to be two people
I trailed the thought that nothing turned into all the time
With that old sprinkling can
If I give water to a flower
Of a town changing color
I remember a fragrance
I build a rainbow in the sky
Pour the town a raindrop
It causes a soft breeze
I wish that I tell your voice
Laugh like a clown
It is me whom nothing can turn into
Even in old days still all the time
I sang cheerful poetry all the time
If a day to take down the thought that picked up tomorrow when I dreamed alone on this back that dissolved in the thought sea to you which struggled, and to be laughable sometime comes
I am a clown
Laugh like a clown
Accept a complaint and a complaint
I surely laugh sometime
The already old thought to the depths of the chest
With my old sprinkling can
If I give water to a flower
Having the town which changed color
I build a rainbow over the far-off town and walk
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