His eyes smiles, sometimes
His mind is open to criticism
His heart is hungry as a child
I know that this tummy rumbles nearby
Clowning time
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I see the beauty of a mask.
I know the tricks in a pocket.
I feel the magic behind a voice.
And yet this tummy rumbles nearby.
Clowning time
Clowning time
Whit a hand he brings me to Luna park
Roller coaster between anger and laughter
On the carousel between tears of salt and sugar
While the tummy rumbles nearby
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