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Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground ‐ and you in mid‐air
Send in the clowns
Sondheim Stephen, Send In The Clowns

Thou art the Angel of the pool that sleeps,
While peace and joy lie hidden in its deeps,
Waiting thy touch to make the waters roll
In healing murmurs round the weary soul.

Ah, when wilt thou draw near,
Thou messenger of mercy robed in song?
My lonely heart has listened for thee long;
And now I seem to hear
Across the crowded market‐place of life,
Thy measured foot‐fall, ringing light and clear
Above the unmeaning noises and the unruly strife;
In quiet cadence, sweet and slow,
Serenely pacing to and fro,
Thy far‐off steps are magical and dear.

Ah, turn this way, come close and speak to me!
From this dull bed of languor set my spirit free,
And bid me rise, and let me walk awhile with thee
Henry Van Dyke, Music

I try so hard to write of fairies and magic,
To believe in it myself. I have to.
I have to believe that there is magic in the world
Otherwise, I'd have to accept that there's only more pain ahead.
Ira C, Faraway Wishes

Send In The Clowns, Andre Rieu, Carmen Monarcha, Mirusia & The Johann Strauss Orchestra