I took a guided tour
Of sadness.
Everything around me
Speaks of happiness
The colours, the scents-
The texture of the roses
More sanguine than blood.
I have the formula
To make people laugh
I have perfected it.
A clown, a willing clown.
Inside my myriad costumes
And behind smiling lips,
So skillfully painted on-
Sadness has claimed helpless
Victory.
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