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Our life's a romance,
A melody composed by chance,
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Full of new delights.
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We prefer joy to misery,
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Intelligence to stupidity,
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Straight talk to hypocrisy,
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And gentle arms to gendarmes.
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We go from fair to fair,
Folks point and stare.
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They call us carnies
But poets are what we are.
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Today we frown,
Tomorrow laugh.
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Life's a double bill,
A tragedy of fate,
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A comedy of good will.
As friends we will grow old,
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Knights without fear or blame,
We haven't a penny to our name,
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But our hearts are made of gold.
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We go from place to place,
Across rivers and valleys.
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They call us carnies,
The road is our home base.