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    Yesterday a child came out to wonder,
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    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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    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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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 behind from where we came,
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and go round and round and round In the circle game.

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    Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now,
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    cartwheels lost to car wheels through the town.
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    And you tell him , ?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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    So the boy could be tomorrow, now he?s twenty,
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    though his 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 behind from where we came,
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and go round and round and round ?
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and go round and round and round ?
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and go round and round and round ?