The Jester
Juggling snowballs,
One
Two
Three
He has one for Man
He has one for God
He has one for Me
One
Two
Three
The Jester
Juggling snowballs
Inside one is nothing
Inside the other is Love
Inside the other is Religion
One
Two
Three
He can catch them,
Or he can juggle them,
Or he can believe in the
One
Two
Three
Of juggling life in snowballs
Moulding them together with open eyes
Into brightly, multicoloured ice
One
Two
Three
The Jester
Juggling snowballs
Sometimes I like to just watch them
Falling beautifully around me
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