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In the distance, technicolor lights

Burst like fire against the night

Speckled with piercing shrieks of glee

What could this be? Let me see

Through the gate he wanders in

The sights, the sounds, anxiety mounts

Into a darkened tent he seeks to hide

Where a frail creature lurks inside

“Come, sit, tell me, my friend

What brings you to Madame Grynwyde’s tent

You did not stumble here by mistake

I can see how your heart aches”

“I can’t suffer this pain again

Help me to belong again”

“You are not alone, my friend

You will feel alive again

Come and join the show and see

The joy of causing misery”

Suddenly it all became clear

That he had nothing left to fear

Feelings of power burned through his veins

His life would never be the same

He left that tent, his mask in tow

Never looked back, would never show

And Jollybean came to be

Not merely an anomaly

Embracing abnormality

A clown for all the world to see