I'm seeing the little pictures
Of orange red and gold
I'm hearing all the crazy sounds of bells
I'm hearing some wind with a voice
That's like a little bird
I'm seeing a joker man that no one tells

I'm walking on a rope
That's made of sunlight beams
I'm swimming through a sea of golden waves
I'm counting on the rain
To wash the ragged scenes
Of the joker man that nobody says

I'm seeing the little pictures
Of orange red and gold
I'm hearing all the crazy sounds of bells
I'm hearing some wind with a voice
That's like a little bird
I'm seeing a joker man that no one tells

I'm picking up the fruit
Of a fast dying tree
I'm picking up the stems of little flowers
The clouds weep some tears
In a big hungry sea
The joker man just winks his eye and smiles

I'm seeing the little pictures
Of orange red and gold
I'm hearing all the crazy sounds of bells
I'm hearing some wind with a voice
That's like a little bird
I'm seeing a joker man that no one tells
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