Come one, come all, to Harrow Faire, To greet your sweetest nightmare. Rejoin your dreams and memories, Of carnivals and reveries. Seek the truth in mirrored lanes, That show you all the hidden planes. Enjoy the sights, see what we’ve made, Let all life’s sorrows wilt and fade. For like all things, we’ll call away, To all the gloom and shaded gray. Join us now, my friends, be brave— Laugh now. Laugh long. Soon comes the grave.
