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The Red and Silver Fantastique and the Libretto of the Insipid Minstrel

''I drag my right arm through the sawdust...
he hasn't opened his eyes in months.
He was a small dog.
He lost his hat and he never made a very convincing primate.
I was painted red and silver.
Now I'm lonely, lost my dollar, and my dog, he rots.''

''There were children calling my name.
They spat upon my paper shoes...
I touched their ice cream.
I sang through cardboard.
I stared at shadows.
I don't know who watched...
perhaps they hate me.
I was painted red and silver.
Now I'm ugly, lost my flower,
and I'm seeing spots.''


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