The fun-fair’s coming to an end,
The few poor tokens yet to spend
Have tumbled from my pocket.

I hesitate and weigh the cost,
Move along, or seek them? Lost
Among the trampled grasses.

The mask that lasted for so long,
Now cracked, the smile forever gone,
Has broken, and will not stay on.

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