Pierrot the Clown
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The night was still young and celebrations were being held at the nearby party, but Pierrot was all by himself in this empty area of the garden. He seemed to be in his own world, with his mandolin by his side and a bottle of wine at his feet. There he sat against a stone balustrade, with his head up and his eyes lost in the glow of the moon, not caring about the cool breeze
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