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Traveling far, through the meadows and woods, hearing cries, echoes and woos...Laughter and chants going down where the joker's play...a harrowing bluesNonchalant I remainIn that old circus trainThe sweet bitter taste...Mean old circusMean old circusMean old circus be my twisted roadBe the answerBe the answerMy solution to the great unknownA sweet illusion...lost in confusionA new connection to my perceptionA dancing horse´s feathered crownWhere all the painted suns go downAnother curtain...a camel´s burdenA new pretension toward my inventionA song that cries for calliopesComes so naturallyIt comes so naturallyA revelation ...for conversationA new permission for my religionA sleeping lion´s lion dreamLetras de cancionesIn my forsaken evil schemesIn books and movies...keep talking to meA new direction for my correctionWe´ll dance across a silver threadPut the sky to bed...put the sky to bed... From Letras Mania