I travel from land to land,
Just to give you joy.
To see you happy and lively,
Is all I ever want.

I've dedicated my life for this,
So I could give you my art.
To see your disbelief at me,
Is something I will never give up.

When I watch the tent go up,
I know in going to succeed,
At beginning another childhood dream,
Which will perhaps succeed.

You may think my act is my art,
But really it's just a guise.
For my true art,
Is making others happy.

When I see a young infant,
And hear their squeals of joy,
I'm reminded that I do this,
Just to bring them joy.

When I see an indifferent teen,
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