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The Devil's Carnival (Villanelle) by Ranger
Flashing lights become a string of pearls
Flailing arm a blur in fast descent
Crashing down so quick, this crying girl
A measured joke designed by grinning churl
Laughter follows cracks in porcelain
Flashing lights become a string of pearls
Merry, aren't you in this teacup twirl?
Spinning swifter - see how far you bend!
Crashing down so quick, this crying girl
A banner of the devil's face unfurls
Crossing tents of concentrating men
Flashing lights become a string of pearls
Sing for us, you fragile little merle
Body blackened, blue eyes look so zen
Crashing down so quick, this crying girl
Let us paint your face with streaks and swirls
Tomorrow you must visit us again!
Flashing lights become a string of pearls
Crashing down so quick, this crying girl
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