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"Hands And Clowns"
As the ocean crashed harder the hand held tighter.
But the clown inside me kept on laughing.
Hands and clowns are all i remember.
Soon the clown calmed down and traced its hand.
It walked away laughing.
I used to know that clown.
My hand was small but now its big.
I used to know that small hand.
Hands and clowns are all i remember.
Clowns would laugh and trace their hands.
I used to trace my hand too and i used to drawl those clowns.
But where are they now?
The wave has swallowed them.
I will go to find them.
So like the clowns i will trace my hand.
And i will walk away laughing without you this time.
Hands and clowns are all i remember.
