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Yesterday a child came out to wander
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

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 a 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 lost to car wheels through the town
And you tell him, "Take your time, it won't be long now
'Til you drag your feet to slow them circles down"

So the boy who dreamed tomorrow now is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur comin' 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 a 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

('Round and 'round and 'round and 'round and)
('Round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round)

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