The Circle Game

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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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                                        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
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                                        From where we came
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                                        And go round and round and round
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                                        In the circle game

                 Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
                 Skated over ten clear frozen streams
                 Words like, when you're older, must appease him
                 And promises of someday make his dreams

                                        And the seasons they go round and round
                                        And the painted ponies go up and down
                                        We're captive on the carousel of time
                                        We can't return, we can only look behind
                                        From where we came
                                        And go round and round and round
                                        In the circle game

                 Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
                 Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town
                 And they tell him, take your time it won't be long now
                 'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down

                                        And the seasons they go round and round
                                        And the painted ponies go up and down
                                        We're captive on the carousel of time
                                        We can't return, we can only look behind
                                        From where we came
                                        And go round and round and round
                                        In the circle game

                 So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
                 Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
                 There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
                 Before the last revolving year is through

                                        And the seasons they go round and round
                                        And the painted ponies go up and down
                                        We're captive on the carousel of time
                                        We can't return, we can only look behind
                                        From where we came
                                        And go round and round and round
                                        In the circle game

                                        And the seasons they go round and round
                                        And the painted ponies go up and down
                                        We're captive on the carousel of time
                                        We can't return, we can only look behind
                                        From where we came
                                        And go round and round and round
                                        In the circle game
                                        And go round and round and round
                                        In the circle game...