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Desperate to be admired But in the eyes of others, another clown Spending and spoiling his energy Forever lost in reverie Joined the circus at seventeen For many years, lived his dream But on the outside where time passes by The circus performer is still a child « look at me now, using torches of fire Look ! higher than anyone else I am the great juggler ! » But in the end When the circus days are gone Who would dare to depend On some great juggler ? Cirus performes will be turned down Juggler or not, still a clown Small is his crowd Compared to the outside world Feelings of being left out of it Always grow « look at me know »... [lead : Allenmark] From Letras Mania