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Upon the wings,
There sits a clown.
Who, soon, it seems
Will float on down.
The way he leans
His lonely crown
It only means
He, soon, will drown.
There he goes.
Now out of sight.
Screaming “no!”
In his final flight.
But,
before he hits the ocean floor
He finds he needs to scream no more.
At peace he is, so calm and free
When his new tomorrow leaves.
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