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Come, the wheel turns
As the shadows deepen
and life is ebbing low
Hold on, before I go

Come, the wheel turns
not for the greater gifts of genius
not for thoughts more grandly bright
All the dying poets whisper, into light

We travel ‘round the sun and only
the Gods know where we run

Come, the wheel turns
We throw the windows widely open
for dim and longing visions
Once more, before I go

Come, the wheel turns
not for the greater gifts of genius
not for thoughts more grandly bright
All the dying poets whisper, into light

We travel ‘round the sun and only
the Gods know where we run

Following circles, following circles
Sun touches night

We travel ‘round the sun and only
the Gods know were we run

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