And the Clown Smiled.

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We all act like clowns at times. We Act, while in delirium, we no longer know what we say, or what we do. And yet it's make an effort in our lives. Bah! Are we not men? Some might question. But we are all clowns all the same. Put on your costume, powder your cheeks, the people pay to see your pretty face, and they want to laugh.

Even in sorrow we dwell of a shattered soul within a hollowed man. Remember to laugh, clown, so the crowd will cheer! Turn your distress and tears into a jest, your pain and sobbing into a funny face -- Ah! Laugh, clown, at your broken love! Laugh at the grief that poisons your heart! A false smile painted upon frowned lips...forevermore~

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