Send In The Clowns
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Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I stopped
Opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again, with my usual flair,
Sure of my line.
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear,
I thought that you'd want what I want
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
What a surprise,
Who could foresee?
I'd come to feel about you what you felt about me?
Why only now I see that you've drifted away?
What a surprise,
What a cliché.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.
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