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we are harlequins
hot red liquid drips on lips
eyelashes to an extent grasping the eyes of whom theyve met
we are harlequins
meant to entertain maybe a bit insane
smiles sharp as blades
we are harlequins
the ringmaster calls us out
we might rebel but in the end a whisper not a shout
we are harlequins
here to stay we walk among the sunrisen hay
treachery our smiles only in vain
we are harlequins
babying bafoons all they see is the outraging scenery
all in misery
this anarchy obtained by the ringmaster and their unruly calls
we are harlequins
