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Cirque Du Soul For the girl up in the spotlight, on a parapet up high Spinning in a pirouette, centre stage, she flies Singing 'neath the rafters, bard, Swinging 'bove the stage Dancing through the promenade Glancing off the gauge The girl who walks a wire, worn, a tightrope in-between The girl who plays with fire, forms, spins, twirling through the scene A cabaret electric, arcs 'neath glitter, glitz and paint A Cirque Du Soul eclectic, sparks, such sights to leave you faint Gasping at the wonder there Open eyed in awe, to tides that pull you under, where, waves wide, wash back to shore Impossible to fathom, grasp, ... a sin to even try Such mysteries, we keep them clasped, left clothed for naked eyes With tales, yarns, long knitted, bold, for brave hearts, souls and minds To all the girls that glitter, gold … never cease your shine Like butterflies in sunlight, drawn, and dragonflies 'neath stars Cast silver in the moonlight's dawn … with fireflies in jars Jars that can't contain such wings, that flutter round so free Prisons can't contain such things, they simply need to be Winging round as bell jars ring with lids unscrewed, we're called Roll up! Rollup! the Big Top sings Prepare to be enthralled by the girl up in the spotlight, blinded by the glare stuck down here... out of sight, … she belongs up there |