Cirque

Open your sky,

and let me under it,

for I am alone,

under my own Cirque,

that rotates with the sun,

and the mirth of it,

I want to share with you,

So let me under your sky,

for the Cirque would be,

part our joy and part fancy,

for us to share the space,

come on and have a pansy,

Have me a seat of joy,

so let me come under,

your love sky.

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