"over the sharp needles of bright fire
run, Run - the roads have no end.
Huge world is closed to me
In the arena round and a mask without a face.
I am the jester, I am the harlequin, I just laugh
Without a name and without a destiny.
What is the right thing to you to those
of whom have come to have fun." B. Barkas
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