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The Carnival Is Over

” Outside the storm clouds are gathering
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard
Where flowers are turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn reach up and kiss the sky
They’re driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone’s calling
I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play
When the circus came to town
Look over here
Outside the circus is gathering
Moved silently along the rain-swept boulevard
The procession moved on, the shouting is over
The fabulous freaks are leaving town
They’re driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone’s calling
The carnival is over
We sat and watched
As the moon rose
For the very first time ”

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