What are we
If not a band of gypsies
A ragtag parade
Of patchwork serenades
And I, the minstrel
In reverberating strains
Building chorus from chaos
And bridges from pain
What are we
If not a tribe of jesters
A knick knack collage
Of midnight sabotage
And I, in makeup
Performing for the stars
Stealing laughter from disaster
With a silicon heart
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