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[00:32.700]Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
[00:39.700]Me here at last on the ground,
[00:43.700]you in mid-air.
[00:48.700]Send in the clowns.
[01:00.700]Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
[01:12.700]One who keeps tearing around,
[01:14.700]one who can't move.
[01:21.700]Where are the clowns?
[01:28.700]Send in the clowns.
[01:32.700]Just when I stopped opening doors,
[01:43.700]Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
[01:51.700]Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
[02:01.700]sure of my lines,
[02:07.700]no one is there.
[02:20.699]Don't you love a farce? My fault I fear.
[02:32.699]I thought that you'd want what I want…
[02:36.699]Sorry, my dear.
[02:42.699]But where are the clowns?
[02:49.699]Send in the clowns.
[02:55.699]Don't bother, they're here.
[03:09.699]Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
[03:18.699]Losing my timing this late in my career.
[03:27.699]Where are the clowns?
[03:35.699]There ought to be clowns…
[03:40.699]Well…maybe next year.