Jester, Jester,
Full of grace,
A painted smile upon your face,
Make-up to be loved and known;
But eyes that tell you're all alone.
Laughter fills the air around,
But your feet drag along the ground.
They laugh and jeer, and call for more,
And you give it; but your heart is sore.
A hatred of this world, this race,
Is hidden 'neath your painted face,
But they
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