The Sun is Shining Rain
Why do I always cry when I see the jester?
Laughing out in pain
I let the bad thoughts fester
then fight them down in vain
Do you ever see the smile
on a harlequins face
and wonder all the while
why the tear's not out of place?
Often have I done this
and often have I lied
So many a laughing kiss
when I know I would've cried
I've often thought the worse on
My imminent epitaph
Not much of a person,
but at least she made us laugh
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