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I am the bike rider from Beverly Hills,
the daring young man
on the flying trapeze
(with no net).
My name is not
Aram or Saroyan.
But, here comes,
there goes,
you know who.
Love?
Mama, I love you.
Papa, you're crazy.
Madness is in the family.
It is a place
where I've done time.
Love?
Here is my hat.
My jimmy-hat.
I've had chance meetings,
lived a human comedy.
But, its no laughing matter.
Yet, I've had the time of my life.
One day in the afternoon,
I will live and die
and escape to the moon.
There are bad men in the West,
they are talking to you.
They slaughter the innocence.
I'll tell you tales
from Vienna Streets
of cave dwellers,
Armenians,
assassinations,
obituaries, and
of births.
Have you heard
the agony of little nations
of dogs
or the Paris comedy?
Hello out there!
I am coming
through the rye;
but my heart is in the Highlands!!!
the daring young man
on the flying trapeze
(with no net).
My name is not
Aram or Saroyan.
But, here comes,
there goes,
you know who.
Love?
Mama, I love you.
Papa, you're crazy.
Madness is in the family.
It is a place
where I've done time.
Love?
Here is my hat.
My jimmy-hat.
I've had chance meetings,
lived a human comedy.
But, its no laughing matter.
Yet, I've had the time of my life.
One day in the afternoon,
I will live and die
and escape to the moon.
There are bad men in the West,
they are talking to you.
They slaughter the innocence.
I'll tell you tales
from Vienna Streets
of cave dwellers,
Armenians,
assassinations,
obituaries, and
of births.
Have you heard
the agony of little nations
of dogs
or the Paris comedy?
Hello out there!
I am coming
through the rye;
but my heart is in the Highlands!!!
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