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I never had cried 'til that Forth of July, when you held my hand during that part
That part of the poem, read by the poet, mixing the water with wine
In our hearts we did know it, but we were all scared to show it, scared that someone might find
That we truly did care, but none of us dared, for it was surely just a sign of the times

You were watching me to see if my tears would subside
I was begging you to not let my life pass me by

The crowd was a-hush as he let go of his crutch and stood plainly for the world to see
That we were not made to mind and behave, from conception we were meant to be free
And he reached out his hand, and the crowd it did stand, and cheered him on through the night
I looked at you, with our looks we both knew that something was beginning to feel right

You were whispering "Let us go and make friends"
I was begging you to not let me fall this far again

Now the poet came down from his place off the ground, and he walked amongst us and kneeled
By the foot of our chair, where he fell down right there, and once we both were healed
The crowd was amazed, you and I sat dazed as he ascended back to the stage
The crowd was a-roar, he began to read as before, skipping to the very last page

You were watching me to see if I would move from there
I was telling you that never again would I care

Now all this came to an end as the poet was spent, the carnival men put him back in his cage
They load him onto the train with the monkeys and magicians, and the people migrated back to their days
You and I needed to say goodbye so we came up to where he sat alone

We said "Please tell us sir what happened today"
He said "It was all just part of the show"

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