The Mime
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He has no words yet,
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his silence
speaks to those who have no ears,
his hands
to those who have no eyes,
his tears
to those who have no life.
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Dancing, dancing
all around,
silly, silly
little clown.
Making people
laugh and cry,
watching people
live and die.
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"Can't you see that they will never understand?"
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But still he dances all around;
silly,
silly,
little clown.
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Use the scroll to return to Dreams Gone By.
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Tap the book to return to the Poetry Aisle.
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