There is no reason, no rhyme, no right to leave the circus `til we've said good-night. The same performance, in the same old way; it's the same old story to this Passion Play. So we'll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune --- and make no pin cushion of this big balloon. Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses, like SeaLions with a ball at the carnival.
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