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Yesterday a child came out to wonder..

 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.

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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..

 cart wheels lost to car wheels, through the town.

 And you tell him, 'take your time it won’t be long now,'

 till you drag your feet to slow those circles down.

So, the boy who dreamed tomorrow now is twenty..

 though his dreams have lost some grandeur, coming true.

 There’ll be new dreams maybe better dreams aplenty..

 before the last revolving year is through.

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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.

A seventies smash from Kraziekhat.