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Welcome all you merry Marys from the rain |
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Your fairy's staring at the prairies on the plain |
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With a sentimental shine |
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You leave it all behind |
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Welcome all you clever clowns form the drown |
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Your angel dangles at an angle going down |
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Where everything goes round and round |
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End up on the ground |
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So lay down, breathe, don't leave |
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You're casting shadows in an eerie well |
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But there's no reason to complain |
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You're riding on the train to the |
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Perfect Carousel |
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So lay down, breathe, |
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patiently you'll be cast into an endless summer day |
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Sit, be still, revealed as a willow watcher in the bay, |
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The wind will blow, Van Gogh |
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captures souls with a hand that is bleeding on the page |
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So you'll spin, begin, pretend that soon |
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that you'll be carried away on the |
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Perfect Carousel |