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The auditorium got dark

and clowns are leaving

slowly to swim in tears

and human misery

immersed in the frost

looking for the remains of

pride in the snow

theres no time for laughing

the time of bad blood

is nearer than you

might expect

the rain washed off laughter

from the masks

the time ripe for bad blood

is nearer than one

might expect

a danger in eves garb

wheels of fire and horse heads

dance in the whirl

on their own sad obsession