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Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.
The circus gathering Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard. The procession moved on the shouting is over The fabulous freaks are leaving town.
They are driven by a strange desire
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand
In the park we would play when the circus came to town.
Look! Over here.
The carnival is over
We sat and watched As the moon rose again For the very first time.