Laughter is the jester's just reward
As are the tears he never gets to see.
Both tears and laughter he himself reserved
To complete his craft with symmetry.
On the stage before the world,
The lights have finally dimmed.
He laughs till he weeps now
At peace with one and all.
The laughter and the weeping,
His craft, and his life,
Now inseparable.
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