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Two Baby Eyes both focused on a doll dressed as a gay Clown, stay bright, and in a little while, turn into one gay bright warm baby smile. Sometimes a storm can strike one's life and lead to sadness and depression, and thunder, lightning, and the storm can last for one long darkened session. But at some point the storm will pass and one will have a choice, to start a brand new life or moan the awlful past. Of course, the former is the choice that offers one the most in terms of hope, and with time and patience both, will lead one down the slope. Forget the past, move straight ahead, and never once look back; transfer all your thoughts on your new life, think white, forget the black. And when your sky begins to shine and gone are all the frowns, look up with brand new Baby Eyes and shout "Bring in the Clowns"