Dancing barefoot,
Through the streets of the city,
Another layer,
On my cake of good cheer,
I welcome the stares,
Letting others have a taste of my glee,
And help a stranger find his way home,
He's lucky for once that I actually know,
For I let go of my map in the wind long ago,
But am often requested of direction,
Because joy gives the illusion,
That you
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