Somewhere in a market square
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The cobblestone still shine
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Glassy eyes behold the sight
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Through another cup of wine...
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The one eyed jester skips and turns
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As he makes his way through the crowd
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While the travern's royalty try not to laugh aloud...
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The jester does another spin
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And then falls to the floor
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A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"
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A plea for him to do more...
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The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in
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A jester's shoes
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Cause when you've only Fools Gold, you've got nothing
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more to lose...
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Who holds the riches
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The jester or the king?
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A fortress made from Fools Gold
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Or the tears that treasure can bring?
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The king he sit upon his throne
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The worlds weight on his chest
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When your mind begins to race you've got no time to rest
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"Where is my clown?
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I need him now, to take my troubles away..."
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The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day...
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While somewhere in a market square
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The cobblestones still shine...
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Fool's God
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| Blackmore's Night |
