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Parisian pierrot, society's heroThe lord of the day, the Rue de la PaixIs under your swayThe world may flatter but what does that matter?They'll never shatter your bloom profoundParisian pierrot, your spirit's at zeroDivinely forlorn, with exquisite scornFrom sunset to dawnThe limbo is calling, your star will be fallingAs soon as the clock goes roundParisian pierrot, your spirit's at zeroDivinely forlorn, with exquisite scornFrom sunset to dawnThe limbo is calling, your star will be fallingAs soon as the clock goes round From Letras Mania