| Yesterday a child came out to wander
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| And caught a dragonfly inside a jar
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| Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
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| And tearful at the falling of a star
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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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| And they say take your time
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| Take your time it won’t be long now
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| Till you drag your feet to slow the circles 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 the carousel of time
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| We can’t return
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| We can only look behind from where we came
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| And go round and round and round
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| In the circle game
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| So the years spin by and now the girl is twenty
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| Though her dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
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| There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and 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 the carousel of time
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| We can’t return we can only look
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| Behind from where we came
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| And go round and round
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| And go round and round and round |
| In the circle game
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| And we go round and round
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| And we go round and round
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| And we go round and round
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| And we go round and round
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| And we go |