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In a realm of colors, where laughter resounds, There dwells a sad clown, her heart heavy, unsound. Her painted smile, a delicate disguise, Concealing the tears that well up in her eyes.

With grace she dances, her steps full of grace, Yet behind the mask, a sorrowed embrace. She paints on joy with her colorful guise, But within her soul, a storm ever-wise.

In jest and jesters, her solace she seeks, Through jesting and pranks, her melancholy leaks. Her tears go unnoticed, masked by her art, A fragile soul hiding behind a false start.

But oh, the depth of her sadness runs deep, A yearning for solace, for peace she does weep. In the spotlight's glare, her heart's silent plea, To find understanding, to set her heart free.

So let's not forget, 'neath the painted frown, A fragile spirit in a world of renown. For behind the tears and the sorrowful guise, Lies a soul seeking solace, a sad clown's cries.