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AmSomewhere Din a Gmarket Amsquare The FcobbleGstones still Amshine AmGlassy Deyes beGhold the Amsight Through Fanother Gcup of Amwine... The Cone eyed Gjester Cskips and Gturns As he Dmmakes his Fway through the Ecrowd AmWhile the Dtavern's Groyalty Amtry Fnot to Glaugh Amaloud...
The jester does another spin And then falls to the floor A show of hands, a short "Hurrah! A plea for him to do more... The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in the jester's shoes Cause when you've only Fools Gold you've got nothing more to lose...
® DmWho Gholds the CriAmches The Dmjester Gor the Cking? A Dmfortress Gmade from CFools AmGold Or the Ftears that treasure can Ebring?
Solo ® Who holds… The king he sits upon his throne The worlds weight on his chest When your mind begins to race you've got no time to rest Where is my clown? I need him now to take my troubles away... The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day... The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day... While somewhere in a market square The cobblestones still shine...