[Scene 5 "The Fall of the Bastille"]
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[RINGMASTER]
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Birds flock, when winter settles in
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The Harlequin with dunce's cap and silver horn
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All mournful, mocking eye and painted tear,
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Has seen it all before
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The sparrows hurl in the face of glazed imperium,
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Then stunned, affronted, fall
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Then, picking up perch braggart on the wire and
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Launch towards the south, towards the land of fire
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The Fall Of The Bastille
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Roger Waters |