Will you glance my way,
and in your eyes, will there be a ray?
Or will anger, your attention sway,
to acknowledge me, what do you say?

What makes you unique?, pray tell,
Why should I smile, under your spell?
No, your wishes, I won't compel,
What is it that you seek to impel?


For I see you gazing, yet no return,
Am I not a magician, something to discern?
A smile perhaps, is what you yearn,
Just give me a moment, a chance to learn.

I stare, at that persistent grin,
Magician, show me your win.
No, I won't yield, that's not in my kin,
Why this anger, what's within?


But still. you fail to truly see,
My aim is laughter and glee.
Come on, a smile, just let it be,
It's amusing, a bit, you'll agree.

If you wish, I'll gaze more keen,
A clown, you say, a dull scene.
I said no, quit asking, don't intervene,
This is amusing, a fact so keen.


Please, look, observe with delight,
I can turn around, make it right.
No, clowns steal, a dubious sight,
But I'll grant a smile, a token so bright

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