Life is clownery wrapped in the mystery?
Who can retell me what is the misery?
Of all illusions, whether it’s good
To know all? Whether it’s fall,
When we lose the childhood?
Should we consist just of self-consciousness?
Does gravity mean to have caution less?
When life is danger, should we just fight?
Is there left place for us to face
Our own childlike light?
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