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Yesterday a child came out to wander |
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Caught a dragonfly inside a jar |
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Fearful when the skies were full of thunder |
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And tearful at the falling of a star |
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And the seasons, they go round and round |
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And the painted ponies go up and down |
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We're captive on a carousel of time |
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We can't return |
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we can only look behind to where we came |
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And go round and round and round |
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on the circle game |
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Then the child moved ten times round the seasons |
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Skated over ten clear frozen streams |
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Words like "When you're older" must appease him |
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And promises of "Someday" make his dreams |
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Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now |
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Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town |
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They tell him "Take your time" |
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"It won't be long now before you drag your feet to slow the circle down" |
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And the seasons, they go round and round |
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And the painted ponies go up and down |
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We're captive on a carousel of time |
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We can't return |
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we can only look behind to where we came |
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And go round and round and round |
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on the circle game |
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(Interlude: piano and vocalizations) |
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Years spin by and now the boy is twenty |
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His dreams have lost some grandeur coming true |
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There'll be new dreams |
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Better dreams in plenty |
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Before the last revolving year is through |
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And the seasons, they go round and round |
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And the painted ponies go up and down |
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We're captive on a carousel of time, time |
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We can't return |
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we can only look behind to where we came |
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And go round and round and round |
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on the circle game. |
