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The curtains are closed

And the show is over.

What now?

What is a clown when the lights are off?

Just a woman in the dark?

Do you wonder if she smiles

Or if she frowns?

Well, everybody’s gone home

So tell me

What now?

She stares in her mirror

And sees only the pitch blackness.

If the makeup were still on

You wouldn’t be able to tell.

Now she’s just a voice

Talking directly to you.

Would you still laugh?

What now?

Could you be her friend?

Could she even tell you something you didn’t know?

It’s a shame the audience always goes back home.

When the show is over nobody cares where the clown goes.

Whether it’s the circus

Or the gutter

The show is over.

So-

What now?