Mirrors and masks

She's the trapeze artist
The dancer in the dark
Like a fallen angel
With the purest of all hearts
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Times of endless stories
Say when she was born
Was left to her luck
In the streets with no remorse
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(La la la)
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Then came a Ringmaster
Saw her there alone
Picked from the cold
And then raised her as his own
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In the years that followed
She grew to be a doll
A beautiful and shy girl
She was like no other one
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Travelled with the circus
From one place to the next
Conquered every heart
That would see her in the air
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(La la la)
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Every night the circus
Called her name to all
She would take the stage
To a thunderous applause
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She was like an Angel
She was paradise
Sadness is her lips
And the beauty of her eyes
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Fallen from the heavens
Untouched by men's lies
She was not of earth
But a spirit from the skies
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But what no one noticed
What they never saw
Truly that the artist
Wanted to let her life go
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So one night this angel
Stood above and high
Her hands took the rings
And her body touched the sky
Once more
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Screams filled all the tent as
Everyone would cry
All of the performers
Felt the tears had left their eyes
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Spread against the shadows
Dead upon the floor
Just as she had wanted
She had finally left the world
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(Ahhh)