Fantasy in olden days
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In varying and different ways
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Was very much in vogue,
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Columbine and Pantaloon,
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A wistful Pierrot 'neath the moon,
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And Harlequin, a rogue
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Nowadays Parisians of leisure
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Wake the echo of an old refrain,
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Each some ragged effigy will treasure
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For his pleasure,
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Till the shadows of their story live again
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Chorus x 1
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Mournfulness has always been
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The keynote of the Pierrot scene,
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When passion plays a part,
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Pierrot in a tragic pose
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Will kiss a faded silver rose
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With sadness in his heart.
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Some day soon he'll leave his tears behind him,
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Comedy comes laughing down the street,
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Columbine will fly to him
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Admiring and desiring,
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Laying love and adoration at his feet.
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Parisian Pierrot,
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Society's hero,
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The Lord of a day,
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The Rue de la Paix
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Is under your sway,
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The world may flatter
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But what does that matter,
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They'll never shatter
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Your gloom profound.
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Parisian Pierrot,
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Your spirit's at zero,
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Divinely forlorn,
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With exquisite scorn
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From sunset to dawn,
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The limbo is calling,
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Your star will be falling,
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As soon as the clock goes round
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Parisian Pierrot
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