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Motions of the Jester
slowly hurling down
slow swirling at first
gaining speed intensely
finally hitting ground.

Which way is up?
Which way is down?
Where will I finally stay?
Will I ever find a place?
At least for a day.

Is happiness in my life,
or will it never be?
Will I ever find that one
who will always love me?
Behold look above!
There is always someone
watching over me.

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