Sacrifice
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If won't bring you smiles
Let the clown die.
But don't leave in two minutes
not so fast, it survived such a long time
make first a portrait
from its unspoken words, and walk
once more on its laughing path,
feel free then to snatch out
your souvenir, personal:
Pierrot's bleeding heart.
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